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Crime In Stereo Is Dead

. Once hibernating, they now awaken." You're going nowhere [x6] Girl, when I speak I say that which i mean All these expensive art school teach is

Tired stars navigate the tiny storms teeming on the far shores of your waist Tired of waiting for my stationary third world to rotate So you filled it

I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded At the edge of your bed. Shipwrecked. Journeyed from the depths of our drinks to the small curves of your legs

And We returned to heaven to confront our resurrected horrors, they'd restlessly started a horrible revolt. So I smashed their thieving greedy blackened

We wade out into it, Dawn of the century. We're way out, we raise up our arms and wave them in disbelief. And like brothers we march each other right

rap artist Missin' old dude is from the old school He abide by the old rules And our Pro-Tools is 38 longs The crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is

ol' fools Who ain't got much to live for Take me out They got life, without parole And I'm dead and gone Six feet, with nothing in hand Just the outbreed Back from the dead

What began as a poem is now just a burden, a vicious song that's mine to keep. What began as forgetting is now just a prototype of ways to fight

cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? 'Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous, crime is