It's been a long time since we've gone Those summer days are done I won't forget those times we walked By the tide pools skipping stones and shells Those
abused it. That's why I'll take mine You'll find something to say too. So it was proven your nothing new Denied by pardon Taste the weight Of abandonment An empty shell
Burning remembrance of the gone Give a motive to the wreck You've taken the null and braced regress Waste, waste the promise Of the pure Burning remembrance of the gone Give a motive
[Van Drunen / Daniels, Van Drunen] Lust is our motive a divine gift burning sensations let your mind drift lust awakes feelings we usually hide lust
it to the end [Chorus] what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away? planets as small as balls of clay (x4) some shells get broke
coming Dawn, dusk, night, morning I'll bust tight poems Raw, just might (?) ya'll With the white motive, motivation Motivate, accelerate, never wait,
my rage blind... Cemeteries filling up As the bodies multiply Manifest with no remorser for life On a killing spree evidence is hard to find Disguised by hypocrisy No motive
beat your shit and leave this bitch with your eyes closed Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle 30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard
sealed in permanent ink And don't let the motive be anything more than cold-blooded Cause then he'll put two times the effort in the caper When diamond-tipped shells
m gonna get'em by my self I don't give a fuck if I live or die, I'm creepin Mac up off da shell scoapin, threw these evil eyes, suprize no moakin Nigga
you murdered let's say for instance That it's sickness and you did him Pull the trigger bust the gun (are they evil) The motive was death You took his
Intro/Chorus: all together] The mic strikes, the main event, there's no dull moment They frail cause their shell lack one component That's the motive
I have simple tastes I'm only satisfied with the best And Oscar said it best Nothing succeeds like excess So I do foolish things With the noblest motives
love, I gots to split his wig Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells
insane, insane again Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax Puppets with directions they whisper in my ears Circled stairs around me drip with long forgotten tears Nothing done without a motive
motive was death. You took his breath without a second guess, his chest was littered wit blood. Then prop and leased ah peanut bag along wit tha shells
Come child, the Anunnaki wait Truth is the Weapon no pity it holds The ways of the flesh Barbaric behavior patterns Flesh over Spirit, the motivator