In the cycle 
See em recite the Bible 
I'm lost inside the tidle 
Missing the moment vital 
Spark the ital 
Pass it to the deciples 
Soon become rivals on missions that's suicidal 
Clutch your rifle 
Like Yankees that feel entitled 
Argue no denial 
They let it rip for survival 
Dead on arrival sacrificing their idols 
Inner thoughts felt primal
As they snatch titles
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Homicidal intent it felt so delightful 
Left holes I heads witness said it was
Insight full 
Full clips sprayed up strips 
Hit the wrong kids 
Wrong place wrong time 
It is what it is 
YO I flyby with weak strings
Attached to  built wings 
Caught fire deferring 
Back face flat concurring 
Somethings a foot 
I Ponder on what is occurring 
Poker face officials bluffing but the going all in
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See em on their high horse 
Counting money conferring 
Towering over peasents like us 
we're just a burden 
And they're just Death dealing merchants
Got em lined up 
Round the block for a purchase 
Place your orders 
Spaced out flash gordan 
Felt invisible left two bodies cordoned 
Spoke about details of crimes in recordings
Shot a vid self snitching these youts gormless 
25 minimum 
Didn't regret murders
 Hit couple of civilians an got birded 
Close curtains 
Families left hurting 
Lived a peaceful life 
Then slowy converted 
Chilled on the curb with 
Goons with no purpose 
Till the elders gave em 
drugs guns an aline with a service 
Cats screaming serve us 
Got their operation hotter Than a furnace 
Streets talk feds watch 
We all follow our urges

Urges -Skella Tore

Shattered - Skella Tore

Fallen through the floor 
Dreams are gone forever more 
Saught thoughts to adore 
As I always fell short 
opposers applaud
whilst telling me they're on board 
Hordes of frauds change course 
Have you heading for remorce 
Excelerate brake 
Head through the glass shake 
Skeltons trembling 
taking weight that they can't take in
Breaking em seconds when the waves smash your head in 
Second guessing 
Every answer to each intrusive question
Blew smoke an Smiled
 in the face of aggression 
Their Expressing their petty weapons of words 
Kept professing 
Addressing then caressing 
the situation distressing 
I let em have their fun 
Cause for them I ain't seeing progression 
No depth just regression 
Poorly impersonated impressions 
Of others unsuccessful lies 
Claiming that they live in heaven 
Thoughts made their nose bleed wildy like 11
When they Ponder what I tell em 
Acknowledged and then forgotting 
Ego swelling step back exploding any second 
Scanners from 81 were lost boys 87
Welcoming armageddon
Recording my confession 
Said i fucking hate it hear 
Their stupiditys too depressing 




Times pressing got me obsessing 
Requesting more time 
But they said I used it dwelling

Lost Boys 87 - Skella Tore

Everything I'm seeing isn't real 
They hide behind masks
Chew ears like holifields real 
Shit talkers
Backward ls logic stays flawless 
Keep em away from 
your Mrs and your dauthers
Remain cautious  stay ducking reporters 
Dead bodies found
 stories written by those authors 
.... Lost in the sauces 
Multiple felt naucious 
Multiple pauses 
Wait I'll export it
Folding in on myself like transformers 
Omega supreme body mass was enormous 
Importers were posed as supporters 
Crossed boarders 
Met with close quarters 
Combat Swung that
Ran with marauders
They swing on hooks 
When Welcomed to the slaughter
Rich paupers beg for endorsement s
Undercut the poor 
whilst taking bigger portions 
Precautions like raised hands at auctions 
I fall in a pit of self pitty with rats mauling 
Still stalling vultures circle squawking 
I'm locked in the Booth 
No wounds my hearts pouring 
Enthralling aspects kept calling 
Said they had the wrong number 
And stopped talking 
Now I don't answer the phone I'm ignoring 
I'm locked down quarantined 
Future looks daunting 
Live for the minute or memories start haunting 

The worry gets exhausting 
Visons blurred distorting

Devils Calling - Skella Tore

316 blinded by the high beams
Saw Jesus wept from they're lack of self esteem 
Crucified themselves 
Them melts 
Saw their cards  dealt 
Saw hell gave up 
Head first down the well 
Oh well let's stop an mourn
All who are perishing 
Those with the devil in 
Floating by like terrapins 
Debts never settling
Living a life of chasing em 
Caught the opposser 
got pinned down like we wrestling 
Moment of silence for the reckoning 
Feeling like hulk hogan demons beckoning 
Whispers in my ears took form started nestling 
Saying they would never back down without a settlement 
Heaven sent demons down
Quick to embellish them
Perishing in the vision oh so eloquent 
Staying negligent 
Remvove you from your element 
Systems predatory and our mindstate remains defecate 
An we still live by the etiquette 
Forces malevolent 
Trample dreams like elephants 
No fucks celebate
Written that was my testimont
Surrounded by eyes undervaluing development 
Under microscopes like experiments
Represents 
Feelings that they say were all irrelevant 
Block creativity until your minds desolate 

Work till you're dead said 
Leaders of your world wept 
Tears of joy but we couldn't 
even grasp that concept 
We Walk with no legs 
as we march with the dead
Off the ledge to our deaths 
Yes  yes 
Screamed the huntress 
Expressed fears compress 
Then Left depressed 
Stressed sinking ina mess 
Ina alcoholic state confessed 
All your secrets an now your oppressed 
They took your weakness 
An fears in excess

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