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Verb T
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Illinformed
Illinformed
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William Leigh
William Leigh
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Thomas Conning
Thomas Conning
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Yeah Uh So let he without sin cast the first stone Tryna find a way out Yeah Yo Yeah Yeah A yo, I'm back getting twisted, relaxed with the misfits I can see their egos crack and they're bitching Sing another sad song with the violins And I don't even know what type of language you're rhyming in Keep the gun in the same drawer you put the Bible in So I don't really want to hear you trying to get righteous Got my own vices, I could start a workshop Wake 'em up like the early morning with the bird song Burst on the scene, stumbled and I lean It's the T-1000 baby, Verb's a machine Turning them green like anger to the Hulk Strangling my throat when I get tangled in the ropes Rambling in code words, thinking like road works Fling holy water on them, laugh as your soul burns The road's harder, the path with the molten lava I'm strolling past it, emerged with the golden armor Let he without sin cast the first stone As we all rest deep in the inferno The flames smothering your flesh, feel it burn slow Evil, I'ma cast you out, I'ma let the world know Let he without sin cast the first stone As we all rest deep in the inferno The flames smothering your flesh, feel it burn slow Evil, I'ma cast you out, I'ma let the world know But you can't let the past torture you That's how you dig your own grave for you to fall into I baptized new rappers, I will work your mind Acid in the holy water spiked like a porcupine You're not really for the grind or the work needed Purge demons laying in the dirt healing Thinking back of statements I made before Wishing I can take them back, instead I take it forward To make improvements, begging for the time to stop It never will, so appreciate the time you got Stop looking down, holier-than-thou, man That way you thought is dead like you're colder in the ground Chopping up the soul then we sold them by the pound Took 'em on the road then we rolling by your town In the house made of cards, then I feel a light breeze Then it all comes tumbling down besides me Let he without sin cast the first stone As we all rest deep in the inferno The flames smothering your flesh, feel it burn slow Evil, I'ma cast you out, I'ma let the world know Let he without sin cast the first stone As we all rest deep in the inferno The flames smothering your flesh, feel it burn slow Evil, I'ma cast you out, I'ma let the world know I'ma let the world know I'ma let the world know
Writer(s): Thomas Conning, William Warden Leigh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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