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A free-free-free-free-free, right? Peace, peace. You're right with me, never looking at the world. I'm gonna perspective, wanna focus, I'll select it, why it's fine, so when I factor my side, I'll deliver, but now I got that season's changin' it.
It's tough to find beauty and sleep, and rain. High winds, care me, 몙랪 The cold, the smallest, and bleeds. Time me up in the bottom, the paradox is innate night, So invite this system on you to low heat and lies. Resting up all of these leaves Plant's the great ground global plus I'm not for We're just winning with this common fate within a soul The cycle is a fight over the nature says a lot We try to dictate the course by putting life inside our power Controls taking its toll The landmarks are pointing at the point of which they give all to become whole It's time I suppose I change the constant and I grasp on reality See tomorrow we see tomorrow If I'm not forgotten how to fully appreciate the silence Don't put my head hung low against the sky Life like a strong weight yo wanna blind by I ain't ahead of myself each and every time Can't get a storm I can't wait until it's done I summon the rain to the floor for temp to fly I summon the wind to the floor for temp to fly I summon the wind These weakasses quickly bring in the munch closer Before we know it, the court is over Another chain's getting older Rear range of the sky gets darker Caught some open to shape talk And says to father to the refills With the sun spilled onto the side of the hill Makes one blink of the sun rays Ring smiles meant to be enjoying Two of us He's at the most soaking up while we can We're drowning Who I shove the color to our hands Before we know it, we're back to Rain at the rain at the rain Good thing we'll soon be approaching The holiday season's ring toy Hopefully for the right reasons We need change for growth Acquire balance within the host My soul grins watching against it Stanny's my friends Families blessed to be together again Greeting season with open arms It seems as if I'm not forgotten I fully appreciate the signs I swap with my head hung low Against the sky Life like a strong white dog I wanna blind one I get ahead of myself each and every time Take it to storm I can't wait until it's done I summon the wind to the floor I summon the wind to the floor I summon the wind to the floor I summon the wind Lots of race transition Morning to new light to resist The few sights I've been anticipating For so long The time I've endured This made me so strong Said the motion with the rising of the dawn I'm honoring my solving king of song This thing cause I remember life within the autumn Use no if you were to walk With me and understand Covert Frost bit and miserable picture Time is the elixir Take a sip of spring I set the rest aside But with Seattle fails to do this thing By the ink go This light is perplexable The best is so seeding Cause when the season changes you reap it So I make it best this wisely Every decision I may will come to fruition Within its perfect time It seems as if I'm not a fully depreciated The signs I swap with my head hung low Against the sky Life like a strong white dog I wanna blind one I get ahead of myself each and every time Time I put it much Whatever story you purchase your digital music from Plus, I'ma take it back and nod Your word perfect version Took my flow Delinqued out of sync We phonetically wrote Toss asked me to have the fashions For God's purpose Kinetic class and selection Surfed by smart perfect version Took my flow Delinqued out of sync We phonetically reflux Said I'm straight down I'ma take my chest With dialects That's back from my tongue Get long ex-free shot And took all completion now I won't write a tone Swell with every touch It's 26 Shakespeare This is Jeremiah Bonds And you're listening to the synch cast Tryna fight sir That sounds too much of us records Or pleasure greatly As well As the April 15th release Of his greatest work to date The IV edition We could think of nothing better Than to shower his supporters With fine hand gifts You heard correctly Blind Jeff's Glorious treasure Super candy An afternoon delight I could feel I asked my mom Sir, I can never met It was a nonsense I can't speak his mind back In other words And enter the IV edition Give away For a chance to win 500 green blessings And free CDs for your soundblazers Visit myspace.com slash royal worthy If hooked on phonics didn't work for you B-R-A-I-W-E-R-I-I-D-R-I-D-Z Because theyasted We'll never be able First letter by your left.
If they will be able to be Second letter by your left. Felt on an order by your left The IV edition Feels good to go back And enjoy some Jimmy Jimms From back in the day That was phonetic composition With word perfect And then OGGs with OGGs go on Don't lie to me You know you love And what we do And that's why we do it That's why we do it And it's so lovely If you hear a song you like You can just jump on iTunes And make it your own For a fair price Speaking of fair God is fair So it's not just a suggestion, Sin is nothing to mess with, plus it's deceptive Sin is like excitement covered in whipped cream It looks sweet, but we've discovered it's sex scheme It's lavish passions, has attractions that are acting like they give satisfaction It seems that it has more to offer than the Lord who bought you, but it's sure to drop you It's disappointing, so we kill Sin by the spirit of the Christian, that's disanointing Only the spirit can filter this filthiness with guilt, instilled in its killing hits So while America's at war in Iraq, we war with our flesh ready with our swords to attack So let's deal with our anger and doubt, by getting to the root of it, ganking it out And be militant, intelligent when killing Sin by the spirit Let's kill Sin! Don't provoke your flash but choke the death, listen in your heart Until there's no more breath, and be militant, intelligent when killing Sin by the spirit Let's kill Sin! You can't let them eat into the force of evening, to the altar hall and pray to the Lord that you need Him So now pick up your cross and follow the resurrected Christ for all of the rest of your life Can't make it fantasies, understand that there's ain't no hand-stamp Christianity yet, some folks seem To think they can continue in Sin, cause they're forgiven in Him by no means Yeah, we're safe through faith in Christ, that's it But if we're saving, we'll hate on righteousness We praise God through a super amazing grace, but killing Sin is the fruit of a saving face There's no excuse that we're totally the brave, cause we're united to Christ who rose up from the grave So being born from above is not freedom for us to bug us, because Jesus poured out His blood, the lamb, He was slain To cancel our blame, so listen kids, He commands we abstain from wickedness, Christ was smashed men He took the wrath for us, so to kill Sin is the right reaction We're not dead as to our flesh, but to Him who resurrected us, when we were headed to our death So be militant, intelligent when killing Sin by the spirit Let's kill Sin!
You redeemed us all on the cross, so to grow in holiness is our reasonable response Be militant, intelligent when killing Sin by the spirit Let's kill Sin! Our new birth was purchased by Holy Risk, but now He's concerned with our personal holiness Yet we're proud and arrogant, how dare us when He's given us Himself, we're underbound inheritance Anger and jealousy, let's shouldn't be found in Christians, just like slang and a spelling bee Sluggerly laziness, let's shouldn't be named among us, just like nuns on a dating list Be used up us, obscene dudes who cuss, but now we bleed, you fold us, pursue impurity And fake love and peace, grace from our speech, saints be hung in greed We're using courtesy, Satan's arrival and he's fought, take up your Bible Be sure to amputate the idols in your heart, and be wise and surely hide his word inside So that when you tempt him, you don't send against him, so to the spirit Don't go to the flesh by listening to inappropriate lyrics, but stay on your face in prayer And take your cares to the Father and give him thanks and praise him there Say accountable and well equipped, surround your soul with bountiful fellowship The only Son is patient, he can trace from what he needs, so he can overcome temptation Every night on defenses, the whole armor of God is living life of repentance running away from sin Cause there's infinitely more pleasuring Christ, so give all your praise to Him He's justified, a soul will sanctify us The kingdom of God's to be taken by violence Be militant, until it's shit, we're killing sin by the spirit Let's kill sin, divide with our sin Every day we're dying, and we're dying, crucifying it again Be militant, until it's shit, we're killing sin by the spirit Let's kill sin, those who guess, come to us our lives Pabity, oh, yeah We're about to join an open up to the sunshine Feeling good, feeling, I'll feel it so right We're in life, get the holist in my prime time We ain't taking off my bodies, I like shine This is a light shot to get away and pop me open That's our reminisce, remember how it was and how it came to this It's how we managed to stay with a proper grip I'm thinking of the good and good love and happiness So all my people thought I spoke out of down a bit Take a seat, listen up, don't say everything Just a matter where you're not safe Take a vibe, hope I'm in the field a free way Open up your mind, hope it's full of time Take a seat on yourself, keep yourself from time Before the day it breaks the night and lead the rest behind Give it ass the world turns with the good in mind I'm a spin-time, I stay focused and relaxed and enjoy my Being I know it's like, if you're alive, I know you out of sight I believe in, I believe in why I'm regans I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good I'm feeling my promise, darkness, my life's achievement I'm making it big, it's a change for the right pieces My brother's out there, I'm struggling for they shit Then I'm right there, understanding life's it We're getting all get away from it, better day A better way to celebrate love and good faith It's like music, it's true, it's when the night falls Two lovers on a loan with the night falls Feel good to be together when it's right y'all Feel good to feel good, living life more Keep it with them, keep it with them Speak good with them, speak good with them Speak good with them, speak good with them Relax your mind, like that show Just relax your mind, wanna be sure Just relax your mind and be sure Feelin' start to shine and think about the good times That was the Homeboy, Timothy Brindle with Let's Kill Sin And Soul Plasma, who now goes by the moniker SoulP With goodness, Coppers, Coppers As you all know, we got a brand new Braille record Dropping here in a minute, here in a minute In a minute, in a minute, in a minute, in a minute In a minute, in a minute, in a minute, in a minute In a minute, in a minute, in a minute, in a minute In a minute, in a minute, in a minute, in a minute In a minute, in a minute, in a minute In a short stack, if you have a Myspace account Then you might want to enter the Ivy Edition So you can get some, but for now, we're gonna get into a little segment I like to call Braille Tails And Anne, for our first episode of Braille Tails Yo, what up, y'all? This theory has been represented in this river Lingjade against hip-hop is music, down with the same cast You know what I say, I'm a thin-text panel man, I got a little four-ail tail for you Yo, man, I remember one time I had moved from Cincinnati to Portland And he had any furniture, or a Christmas tree for Christmas And him and his family like came to bless me with like some bands For my kids to sleep on, a big gigantic Christmas tree And like, my heart took on it for real, and I was blessed so much from the situation But I just didn't know what to do You know what I say, I was stuck like How am I supposed to compete with that? How am I supposed to get better, man?
So big up to Braille, man He just came through for a brother This is Red Cloud with a syntax record tonight I'd like to share my Braille tail I was about 18 or 19 years old when I first heard about Braille In a friend of mine named Sensated a paranormal And I was with a CGP back in the day Said, hey man, there's a Christian rapper out there, man We're gonna watch out for him, he's like 16 years old, Smith's Braille And when I joined the syntax family back in 99 We've almost immediately recorded angels And that's when I met Braille and they would do a song He heard about me, I heard about him And next to me know, touring, freaking planet Stopping by, working in rocket shows with the brother And he actually let me sleep on his couch And I appreciate the cat's heart and hunger to make good music Hey, what up? There's a bellow from the mighty mighty light-headed quilt This is my Braille tail, couple years ago It was 2006, light-headed at the hole with your hand On a blue note tour, and it climbed a little bit different out there A little bit more dry, you know, especially in the season We were there, we came equipped with some of the necessarys You know, like some chest dick, all that guest dust Cause you never know, you know, so you gotta have a ready in your pocket, right? So we get out there and I'm like, dang man, it's just right out here My lips, it's like on fire, and you know, we can't tell a little bit, right? And I'm sure you don't want no chest dick to live on He's like, nah, nah, I'm straight man, but she used that stuff to get addicted You know, Braille, he's not trying to develop any bad habits, so uh, he refused Over the week and a half, two weeks we were there We watched his lips get progressively worse They went from being red, chapped, to being split, and bleeding And he just looked very, very uncomfortable to the point where you were using your own saliva to wake them up But it ain't helping, it's just making us look dry out even more, so it looked pretty painful So uh, there's my Braille tail, just for the record man, it is a privilege And an honor to be in a crew with my man, Braille Hey, yo, this is Deltz for a born in the black lake, and this is my Braille tail It's probably 14 or 15 years old and he used to come to my little man He'd get a apartment and record songs on my four track And whatever we could get our hands on, it's one of my first letters of Braille That's gonna be a diverse first song He would click through this huge notebook and have a hundred pages of rap Just for all the words, pass the march, and do you find me fine when I fail?
Okay, how long did he take? I don't know, that's not right, well as many counts may be part of this And he would have like a 43 bar verse and then a 41 bar verse, and I thought it was ill Cause he was just so raw, that was back when he was reflection, which was also a dope about me But he was just coming to the throat with everything, and it was just so tip-hop That's what I will always remember about Braille Don't stop it, I'll do it for a great time in my life That was our first episode of Braille Tails Now let's get back into the music Yeah, it's all the fact that I'm back in a track, listening back To the crap that rap raps, making heads, not a brick and back Hit a transform, whether it's cause I can never stay when I'm brainstormed Cause I'm sound waving this rap game, make the room rock Every single time I change it to a mumba Last master, another's rings are pre-monilly Everyone that you ever haven't seen Now battle wrapped in dreams, I'll serve with them They'll never bring their drums, then we all sing praises In the middle of the street, and they're not understanding our races Hey, it's up in profit, pros it's a guy, it's a guy This time I rock it, talk it, to walk it B-boys, B-girls, I'm the gen club pocket, talk it Think I'm in the rock it, B-boys, yeah, club pocket Oh, shit J-Elder, make it swelter Like a sweater in Phoenix, in the beginning of September I said that on a song one time, it's just a feeling What that means, but I know it, I'll tell it My name is Max One, maybe Flippin' like a floater And when I say open, I mean your flesh Opening up the organ, scorchin' Then in form, in your middle position Keeps guard, I serve, can bring it to the joke spirit With freedom in the lyrics, with Jesus, the sky ain't the limit What's that? Bring it back, that's a clap, yeah And I know the street, cuz I've been here I'm on my air, for the ounce in the air Like I don't care, fish with the souls, my name is M.C. Keep on that, we shed for the hood And then I stand up like I'm good Chaining ice, naming lights with your trade For your soul, son, name your price What's that?
Bring it back, son, one time Yo, that was precise with what's that? If I could turn back the hands of time, I'd go back And listen to that join earlier in the day So since this episode is winding down, I want to encourage you to enter The Ivy Edition giveaway, which I've already done, but you can get the details at www.myspace.com.com.com.com And support, support, support, support Every man comes to a fork in the road And has to decide whether they take the path on the right Or the path on the left I'm here to tell you friends, my beloved I took the path on the left, and I was blessed Just like my man, Braille Brizzy You can feel it, I'm a blessed man Yes, man, I'm a blessed man Don't let you listen to the synchia Turn them up, y'all, check, check it Y'all, we heard the banks, there's today Some old to low, we heard phonetic composition We heard some gospel gangsters Some Timothy Brando, some soul peed Forgotten heroes, my man precise And of course, Braille off the brand new record The Ivy Edition, which hits the one's April 15th of this year Y'all need to head on over to my screen Y'all know what I'm saying, bam! The end! They weren't listening to the synchist Yo, we're ready to...
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I hate when it stops right there Yeah! Yeah! Hold my rockin'! Why does it do that?
Do we not? Because every single time I want to fight you, or is that in the song? Hey, so, yeah, I just left like a bazillion. I just, try to do this thing.
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