Jim 1.618 feat. L714, PRINCE PARIAH - Психомахия
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I sculpt like a god of piplas clay,
What are you hung under Lil Pipa
I am Lithuanian, Banzai near Cyrus,
What for the trips, Tripil Killa,
I ate half from the mushroom
Flew away from Lysergin
There I saw this bit
And laid it on pieces Zingha
Tyanka will throw off the sign in PM
There are a million of them here
Like two thousand seventh
And we create as in two thousand twenty -seventh
In my apiary from time to time
All the bees are more crazy and crazy
Such is the commune
The creative hive is here
Who you are
And what rub in my mind
I know
After all, an ax is imprisoned
Broken
To stab the creatures with a sharp end
Is ill
All sorts of shit to be known as a sage
Who you are
And what rub in my mind
I know
After all, an ax is imprisoned
Broken
To stab the creatures with a sharp end
Is ill
All sorts of shit to be known as a sage
Long hand of the law
Holds your hair
While people are screaming
Not sparing the voice
You are free
So come on, work more hard
What is important in our ear will be in a whisper
From the outside, it's more fun
Under dense fire
We have been living since
Learned to say "live"
You are so tired and you will fly to the pit of the corpses alive
To understand at the end that
No, it's not yours
Waiting for Pontius Pilate's sentence
Selling a pact on the preservation of all dead souls
Notre Dame will be sold for a bag of gold
And the prefects of my demons will sink into oblivion with him
We will face the face on the deathbed
Let's feel each other regardless of fear
The first blow will follow the second
When you see the first, do not close your eyes
You may have your own reasons for deception
A few words and a few wrinkles
I will not take responsibility for your business
There is a request, go beautifully
Time traces
Fear, sorrows, doubts
I don't need to move forward from you
Anyway someday
Some of us will leave here