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: [feat. OnCue] Let me get my fresh on, Next on deck. I just breeze through easy, I haven't stopped yet. People give me damages Of sign of respect for
learn From the past But those days Are gone We can hope For the future But there might not be one The words stuck in my mind Alive from what
the sails into the future Leave all your fears and your sorrows From the mountain side Came a twisted wind, it brought us new insight Whispering these words
Flying on wings of steel, thundering, we are breaking the seal Fighting for the oath we sworn, to spread the word of a Legend Reborn Moving silent like a gentle breeze
taken the enemies lands Glory for those who will reach the stars of nightfall To never come back... So wait by the side of the almighty Crom... Words
head from all kinds of motherfuckin industry bitches now Nigga what?s poppin? Victory nigga! we made it This right here is for my future, man Zane! Zane, my future
Bernadette Whoa, you got style from your hair to your heels Though my words may be jumbled Still I'm telling you just how it feels I love you I love you and the breeze
an echo in my mind The point where every winding road unwinds You wrote the code I thought was true then broke it unbeknownst to me or you And in between your magic words
in life is just an angle breakin' Make or break myself in the matter of moments under discretion With lessons upon the forefront, My life is in the breeze
settled round my waist Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true Am I just a fading fire or a breeze
a drummer I take you through the streets, to the park in the summer or illustrate, a time and place you've never been and make you focus on the future
I'm presentin' many scenes Guess, I'm telegraphic, motions energetic Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic Crowds is screamin', I choke the mic and keep squeezin' Styles seemin' like I used a thousand words
as, Chinese arithmetic Avante Garder, not a heretic Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium Pete Nice, elemental like uranium Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
face and on to the floor The psychic's been reading her mind Now women with secrets, men with their rage The lines run deeper than words on the page Breeze
snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you Yet only eagles seem to pass on through The words of love
