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, I'ma show you how to "Check That Hoe" ...Now you spiritually commited suicide nigga ...I got the power to get diamonds and ri...Motherfuckers tried to get it with extorti...ain't got scheduled to be dead where the m...n bubble when I try to just stay out of tr...h that you supposed to fuck ...I just wanted 'em to see what my CD was ...poetry breathin you life ...Just to do it the way I'm d...uckers is gon' have to just go in the vaul...When it come to titles you know tha... teachin it has got to be a scripture

life's a losing gamble to me...l reckon that ought to get it...till got a long way to go...I commited crime Lord I needed...l reckon that ought to get it...got so terribly far to go...l reckon that ought to get it...got so terribly far to go...reak this chain off to run...l reckon that ought to get it...i got a long way to go

scrawlings reputed to have been derived from an even earlier transcription, allegedly lost during the great fire of 1666. The Chthonic Chronicles! I cannot disclose here the precise and rather unsavoury means by which I acquired this weather-worn tome, but I immediately recognized the veracity of the fevered inscriptions contained within. Apparently derived from an incomplete Latin translation of the original source material, the text sporadically lapses into an indecipherable tongue which the transcription cryptically notes as being Old High Atlantean. Glyphs, sigils, occult pictograms, six score and ten oblations to some malign entity ...chment now crumbled to dust, etched into the sand-whipped, glyph-scored stone of hoary temples, or committed to verbal traditions l...cherously attempted to have me commited to the baleful confines of Grimm's Hold Sanitarium, yet I have circumvented their insidious plot to put an end to my vaunted research... malignity, hearken to the summoning! ...ignity, now hearken to the summoning!) ... and tractable clay to be worked at by unimaginable sculptors, immortal star-spanning fiends! What inhuman eyes even now watch the inconsequential toilings of man from afar? The answers to these questions of denied primacy and direful cosmogony were too repulsively horrific to contemplate, and ye...or the minds of men to know. O' how I wish I had left those vile and fathomless depths of cryptical lore wholly and mercifully unplumbed! O', how I long for the assuaging balm of ignorance to once again soothe my ravaged mind! But such pleadings are, of course, ultimately in vain. I must keep my wits about me. Even now the stars align, the celestial spheres moving into the prophesied positions of the great astral conjunction. Am I to be ground to dust between the gr

life's a losing gamble to me ...l reckon that ought to get it ...till got a long way to go ...I commited crime Lord I needed...l reckon that ought to get it ...got so terribly far to go ...l reckon that ought to get it ...got so terribly far to go ...reak this chain off to run ...l reckon that ought to get it ...i got a long way to go