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

Is my mind explicit cause I hang a sinner?
and hand with 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 on to the past
With a to the temple cause your lifes movin fast
by the anger that you need to escape
Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose fate

Kiss the dead, on the red night
Will they cry? Well I think just might
Torturing! What's a tear?
This Hell, but I'd rather be there
Spider web, makes it hard to
awaits, yet I have nothing to prove
Twiztid souls, in my mental
Murder comes, and goes with no kind of

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

Rain drops fall from the night sky
Bodies crawl garbage cans and alleyways alike
You can me there in the shadows without a doubt
Time for my people and me to about
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
still all good
What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the children need a
When they go to fuckin

disease, quite infectious
Once I know, your the object of my
Acid rain, come on and stick out tongue
There's enough, for each and every one
Right or left, come me
Pyramids, lobotomy is
ball, it's just Synplicity
Kings and Queens, just us where 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
Will the fire burn us, like told Synplicity

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

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

SYNPLICITY!