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Coming Back From Nothing...

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bez:
Im hotter than a furnace, a casket buring after the service,
My God's missin like a town without Churches,
I be on my knees prayin though, waitin for a say so,
Cos my lifes been a struggle from the get go, talent mixed in wit a rebel,
So I dance with the devil, two step and the tango,
My lifes on the line like I'm hanging from a phone pole,
Swaying to and fro, crossing my chest, am I blessed?
Wondering if Bez will, climb the steps to success,
From out of the flames I feed petrol to thoughts,
So my minds always on fire, its never exhausts,
I gotta be at the top so I can see my existance,
Shudda been a postman I'm so quick with a deliverance,
So what? I write rhymes and I spit so ill,
Its not somethin a Doctor can cure with a pill,
An I eat and drink well and don't care about weight,
Drink corona's on corners so I cant see straight,
Yeah Im a fatty, I gotta store breathe in my belly,
Like the way my brain stores lyrics in memory,
I'm a beast so I be and bite meat nightly,
Wanna get famous and get Kiera Knightly to like me,
So now I keep writing, keep rhymin and droppin,
Constantly coughing from my coffin I'm coming back from nothin,

QuietTruth:
Illest drop of '09, so far and ya heard it hear 1st, word up. Ill rhymes, crazy flow. You a beast, I loved it man!

the ghost:
Always enjoy your work.  Very clean.  Props.

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