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Dont Kill Yourself

no giving up no giving in dont kill yourself from that you cant repent once was lost now lets begin Divine is here destined to win till the fin. Keep it real they all pretend You feeling broken then im your fix rhyme style ominous seemingly mix with an oxford kid I spit a drug & yall hooked on it. Prophets make profits So i taught my bro how to cook like this said he couldn't when he was kid but i could never get with the couldnt **** Excuse my French Honey,can you keep up like mustard did Them Dj's Know Comma Culture is the covenant Some hate me cause you loving it. Like Micky or D'z Nuts could run your Government Killumini made of Egocentric substances A Queens eternal loving feD Kings for infinities & Eons You act ungrateful to a Good Woman Man u ah peon/ African before American Or european i know im Sancient in fact how i swag a light metaphysical rap but if im physically free then why is it so hard to escape these traps D' Evilz want a lost slave all minimums and no living wage Truth Rhymes And Poet Soup Bitter & Spicy but eat it I Promise it will taste sweet as you start digesting the meaning killuminid.bandcamp.com

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