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It's just another day in this Wasteland We've got to change our game plan Or else we'll die by the same hand Just another day in the Wasteland My realm is ruled properly Pharaoh (of) the frontier, I overwhelm Pythagoras and Socrates One spear, force exerted from the ?Dawntien? An archer practicing the art of Zen Leaving marks on men even in the season when darkness blends From black, purple, to crimson An exact circle matches my dimension Give my regards to Osiris in your trip to the land of the dead God sun fire dismisses eclipses, lifts myths from your head Purge, submerge, reemerge shining nerve endings in the spine Curve on my staff, similar to vines Remember the time I entered the mind on impulse Cause halt Similar to shock Take up thoughts More than intricate plots Plus lock logic and simplicity Hot intensity Mentioned previously Back issues, my black tissue SongtexteBathes my essence in sinew Relinquish all belts and championship titles Proper and broken English recitals Panic when the black lion wants to fight you Get aggressive, you'll get beat to your recessive genetics Not Yacoo, but my word's law when I drop jewels I prefer waves that ooze at the apex Spraying kisses, left vacant From my amazing smooth cadence You's a fool, I'm just a tool used by the ancients to change this Just another day in this Wasteland We've got to change this game plan Or we'll die by the same hand Just another day in the Wasteland It's nothing pleasant I'm coming clandestine Marbles boiled in oil until they crack Packed in bottles, and set (_????_) molotovs Relax long enough to swallow, I light the cloth and toss Impossible mission Unprofitable position I seem to come to the utmost diabolical decision The king's drum, I cut throats with large incisions Killer bees buzz and hum, I unleash a gullible roar in the system In water, I'm ?broadest? Amphibious, this man's a swift crocodile Coptic star child In the skies, I am a sun My world is a desert of flames, there is no escape Baked hotter than pottery courtesy of Antares Unworthy wishy-washy men repeat weak Corny stories of ghetto glory Surely my stiletto be soiled from each that brought me turmoil Thoughts uncoil I spring into action Bringing frankincense and jasmine Potpourri of poetry Slowly she goes into spasms Behold the holiest of all interactions Uncontrollable passion She makes my resurrection session such a blessin' Our connection Wise is time spent to repent for transgression What could I say for a queen to look this way Sometimes I want to cry, but still I travel the countryside Searching for the perfect flower Tears running from my eyes, each drop more sour than the last Staring into the future, devouring my past It's just another day in this Wasteland We've got to change the game plan Or we'll die by the same hand It's just another day in this Wasteland Rage gauged in terms of pain Staring into her eyes, realizing it's in vain Simple vanity Mental profanity Curse this God-forsaken rock Marked by my dark side, divide vibes Apartheid streams from Soato, Watts, to blocks oppressed and in bond Advanced thought, lessons I'm on Seven storms born in my cauldron of eight Trigrams, monkeys cooked to purification Filterization, water treatment Exercise, training, black rhino mats Mind blow, illustrious Somewhat succulent The divine diaries plugged in through auxiliaries Begin to pop Bounce, rock to my talk Thrill-kill a boredom heartbroken soldier Start smokin' jokers Wild cards, odds drop, passes in the cassock At the _????_ light I like to check my averages All sorts of various types of freaky-deak tactics Mr. Mass is fantastic Create nouveau classics Who's Joe with the plastic? It doesn't matter, this shit's about to last, kid It's just another day Aus Songtexte Mania