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Circle Storm Another Day

Banzai He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time but he would never take it out his archives He wrote 2 songs per day and was constantly

storm! Circle up, circle up around the throne Old and young, saints of every history Great and small, angels all and seraphim Grab a hand, twirl a dance Circle

devils have em hangin from my testicles Nowhere to run to ba-bay There's nowhere to hide [Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] Ahh... fuckit! Another day, another

bringin home Fat stacks, so daddy cant complain But if she get shady I takes a bitch up out the game Same, shit different day Hit the liquor store, spend

the day I repent [Chorus] [PSC] I stay humble through the many of fumbles I found trouble And trouble it doubles in cities amongst the rubble I learned from my mistakes to miss another

Ghetto of the Mind... I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle Baggin' while

hands and cuff 'em Spin around to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em Cinderella man, Cinderella man Cinderella man, Cinderella man There's a storm

jaws In the looking glass that flatters you Or in the rattle of hollow applause Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone One pain ending while another

me seeing deep purple. Need to find the perfect tool to make A Perfect Circle. Riding a white pony? That explains my Deftones. I'm Illmatic like a storm