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Sunrise
02:20
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Eliysium
02:56
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Sweet Alyssum
03:50
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thescript
01:45
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Sweet Pea
02:26
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Rose
01:45
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Chrysanthemum
02:05
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Calla Lily
03:02
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Decemberous Calendula
02:08
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Holiday Groove!
02:17
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Remember September
02:37
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Midnight Session
04:10
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Raven
05:49
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
Oops! I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell
Is this?
I gets up quick
Cock my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin'
Then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it
I look deeper
I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful
Is he in critical?
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a criminal
Way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit
Puff won't even know what happened,
If it's done smoothly
Silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie
My alibi, any cutie
With a booty that don't fucked Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' bout my man C-Rock
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you gotta go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody gotta know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you gotta go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody gotta know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
Fillin' clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
Some kid named Jason
In a Honda station, wagon
Was braggin'
About how much loot and crack he stackin'
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
A small crew
'Round the time I was locked up with you
True indeed
But yo nigga let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high
Give them bullets room to breathe
Damn where was I?
Yeah, run out of town, blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home
And Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice
Caught 'em right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids
And taped up his wife
He figured Rock set em up, no question
Wet em up no less
Than 50 shots in his direction
How many shots?
Man nigga, I seen mad holes
"What kinda gats?"
"Heckler & Koch and Calicos"
But fuck that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin' hustlin'
And they don't be strapped
Supreme in black
Is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Find a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if you comin'
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you gotta go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody gotta know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you gotta go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody gotta know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gonna go down
Lay these niggas low-down
Slow down
Fuck all that plannin' shit
Run up in they cribs
And make 'em catch the man n shit
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they want
And murder innocent kids
Not I
One niggas in my eye
That's Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
Pass the chocolate
Thai
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talkin' to his faculty
I start to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
Scream his name out
Squeeze six knuckles shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
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Kotoamatsukami
02:18
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seafoam
07:16
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Oceana
03:54
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Aura Lights
06:51
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Hazy
03:30
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Caligo
03:04
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vel vitrum
04:16
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