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Articulate the Words to Last

Articulate the Words to Last

Motivated for the cash, articulate the words to last
Then smash, all the critics that laughed

Same concept as Scarface or John Gotti
The endless design will script the scene
For the final finally, when the kids rally

Watch the sky slowly anticipate the fate
Waiting for the angels, to save the peace
For souls feeling holy, without space

Verify the shadows, I lost my neighborhood
Brother in a gang war street battle
Move the cattle

Destroy all haters exposed, patrol
Lost souls like the pistol control
Everybody goes

Just like the leprechaun, I wants me gold
or maybe legalize, the crops to grow
The war is old

So, ghost proof theories stole the show, Don't you know
Its the reason why I cut class
My own math
The lab is open, Bring a bag or resourceful mags
for the clash
So we can articulate the words to last

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)

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