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Kings and Queens, show us where we should be (you motherfuckers)

Is my mind explicit cause I hang a sinner?
Hand and hand the hatchet but its nuttin familiar
Nonbelievers keep till we finally arrive
Black smoke around the with the red in our eyes
Cold chills from the death holding on to the
With a pistol to the temple cause lifes movin fast
by the anger that you need to escape
Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your

Kiss the dead, on the red moon
Will they cry? Well I think they just
Torturing! What's a tear?
ain't Hell, but I'd rather be there
Spider web, it hard to move
Death awaits, yet I nothing to prove
Twiztid souls, in my mental
comes, and goes with no kind of blame

Power drains, as the becomes light
Trapped motionless, the chords are too tight
What will ever become, of book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, they told Synplicity

Rain fall from the dark night sky
Bodies crawl from cans and alleyways alike
You can me there in the shadows without a doubt
for my people and me to come about
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
It's all good
What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the need a pillow
they go to fuckin sleep

Your disease, quite
Once I know, your the object of my
Acid rain, come on and stick out your
There's enough, for each and every one
Right or left, come me
Pyramids, lobotomy is
Crystal ball, it's Synplicity
Kings and Queens, just show us where we be (you motherfuckers)

Power drains, as the dark becomes
Trapped motionless, cause the are too tight
What ever become, of this book that I hold
the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity

I was running with a hatchet the block, my leg got popped
I copped a dub at the dope spot
Everybody out to get me I go, is it a sin to get your dick sucked
By a (fuck no!)
What about the fact that I bring the dope guns, outta my way and don't
me have to use one
Can't help the feeling, my overloads pull the trigger and unload

Power drains, as the dark becomes
motionless, cause the chords are too tight
What ever become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, like they Synplicity

SYNPLICITY!