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The Killing Tree The Perfect

their eyes all amazed To greet the Seventh Lord of the seventh age A fanfare rang out in an incredible sound Bringing out the strangest visions in perfect

rap a song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ???ause we don??° play in this land of the loc???, where brothers, they smoke trees

Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady And as on everything that dirty first raised me And as on everything that I did is in all flavors Practice make perfect, perfect

is scared of ghosts On the perfect night the wind is blowin' hard enough to sway the trees And it's about a hundred degrees [Violent J:] On the perfect

trees, But still we keep our heads held high whilst crawling on our knees. I hope I never live to see the 'perfect' world you crave, Where ambition is

New love grows on trees, new love grows on trees New love grows, new love grows on trees If you [Incomprehensible] if you don't [Incomprehensible] Time makes perfect

For centuries and more, I've searched my head for perfect words I'll take my chance or live forever in a world of hurt Impalement on a tree of thorns

s not just MC's, man! I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep To take the first step, to have me killed off to make this world perfect Well

Air on the streets, lights on the trees Eight days a week, singer's disease I wanna be where the sun meets the sky I wanna be there, it's out of your