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Time Machine Desert Of Souls

the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine

dog , smash and scrape Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight Bleek a three time felon

eyes Destruction a product to develop and enhance presidential fees, blood from overseas spilled, uphill, peace of mind I'm, waiting for, waiting for the time Inner soul

[Chorus x2: Holocaust] In the winter time, we go walking in the fields We go to war like Apache and rebel indians with no shields I float like a white

time It's been a long time Drivin' with my friends On my way to Ireland It's been a long time It's been a long time So when I was out In the desert And

left deserts behind cleaned and burned. Barren landscapes. Contaminated soil. By polluting our rivers, we poison our blood. By devastating our forest, we slaughter our souls

debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that trigger's my tongue, I let you lick it Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up The Lord call for your soul, it's time