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Time Machine Behind The Cross

will get rich His justice will rule on us Behind the wall of hidden lies Behind the cross Searching for new horizons Searching for souls Behind the wall of hidden lies Behind the cross

do, you know it But it's something else to you, like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind

far behind I seen it every time they come and go That's why I drop to my knees and ask god to distinguish friend from foe and what do you know by the time

touch of shame whispers of lust are calling me again right on the edge of the abyss I stand with a cross in my hands leave your illusion behind and

the lonely man How do you think he keeps his head on straight? Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions When he squints at the line from behind

up that funk machine I'm tired of breaking my back to please Critics who can't be pleased It's time I looked out for number one Time I looked out for

of my squads gats bursting I through the Tri-Borough Bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'm a second from the spot I cross the street

while they devise our demise, we grow wise [hann] upset the set up, the element of surprise [both] it'z a set up [guru] it's time to upset the set up

I'm soft Bitch I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin motherfuckers off Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly Two to the head about four cross