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

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

Kiss the dead, on the red night
Will cry? Well I think they just might
Torturing! What's a frozen
ain't Hell, but I'd rather be there
Spider web, makes it hard to
Death awaits, yet I have to prove
Twiztid souls, in my game
Murder comes, and goes with no of blame

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

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

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

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

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

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

SYNPLICITY!