Begining
Dope Music 3 1-2-3 Apocolypse Inventions of the mind always have no spund when its time to rhyme i get the rythme out some how im always alone but still id like to see others shine twisted Rhythms from a fucked up mind wavin in from the higher then and now cry later laugh now sight from the other night im just alone in the dark singing my way toward the sky drifted from the last shift an still i feel like im not there time flies by the next soothing remedie will probably miss the jump of a kangaroo im back on top of the essense of my own pife feeling like theres no where to go looking at the dead zone and off i go smoking from the pipe and cruising my mind ay back toward life become aware of the things that have no stire open mind for the one that lack the shine keeping me close by i get to search for more then life open up my door to have another time back to life back to life
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Dope Music 3 1-2-3 Apocolypse Inventions of the mind always have no spund when its time to rhyme i get the rythme out some how im always alone but still id like to see others shine twisted Rhythms from a fucked up mind wavin in from the higher then and now cry later laugh now sight from the other night im just alone in the dark singing my way toward the sky drifted from the last shift an still i feel like im not there time flies by the next soothing remedie will probably miss the jump of a kangaroo im back on top of the essense of my own pife feeling like theres no where to go looking at the dead zone and off i go smoking from the pipe and cruising my mind ay back toward life become aware of the things that have no stire open mind for the one that lack the shine keeping me close by i get to search for more then life open up my door to have another time back to life back to life
Respect 🤜🤛