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Aceyalone Book Of Human Language

to face with a serpent Demon is the same think it is when it ain't White like snow or black like coal Yellow like the moon and red, read like a book

Intro: Can't hold on. Hook: Hold on is what they say But I say open up your hands and let it fly away Until the day it comes back and it was meant to

Excuse me, does anyone have the time? No If you knew what makes me tick It'll probably make you sick Lay my days of my life in front of you And I'll

As I awaken Born from the slums and taken Through the ritual, childhood, puberty, adulthood, maturity And mastery of me And my surroundings counting down

was born I was born in a concrete jungle and I learned to make my own way (Learned to make my own way) I was raised by streets and the beats and the books

human language It's all human language It's for you, it's for him, it's for her, it's for all of us It's human language That's the reason You wanna know

face to face with a serpent Demon is the same think it is when it aint White like snow or black like coal Yellow like the moon and red(read) like a book

[Jabberwocky] Excuse me, does anyone have the time? No!!! [Aceyalone] If you knew what makes me tick It'll probably make you sick Lay my days of my

me part of the dust, in the dusk I must collect the samples from the rust Penetrate the crust then trust no living Driven by the sonic, language passion