All you need to know is I'm a sellout. Shelled out all my life's worth, tossed it in the Fire and desired to be hellbound. Turned to a chewtoy for a hellhound, what's hell now? An eternal separation from everything I'm bout to spell out. Like Velveeta shells n cheese, heat me up some degrees, and I slide in with ease, to this place I have arrived and I see, with open eyes, broken skies where no more crime life can breed, no more dying from disease and no more crying for me. Only Peace, shattered all my discomfort like Southern California, have to warn ya, I'm not a cool kid, but my raps were born from more than I'll make in my life, your sacrifice is worth more than you expression of worship, it's how you fight. It's how you stand up when you talk, and forget the fear that placed you here, it's the hurricane wave that got moved from Mexico and gave Eurasia tears. Save the ears and listen to what the Spirit is saying, cuz once you see what we're doing the only thing left is to pray for more than what you've bargained for at the bargain mart where you started your begging and pleading that you could make it out with some gwop to store up in your bunker for the fallout, walls down, the call has been sent, answer the phone and here the raw sound...

 
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