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He Who Doesn't Suffer,

Album cover art for "He Who Doesn't Suffer," by Vasko V

Vasko V - Rap

He Who Doesn't Suffer,

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July 11, 2022.

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As some children had no discipline fuck the listening to "Y'all so sickening" just cause we dream sick bigger then you Welcome critisism, fathom system's fiction Devil wants redemption, heaven bringing sanctions Keeping us in sections, leave an extra message man we so pretentious Sex offenders in elections Busy skeemin on our debt, we was fleeing from the feds We secrete the tеars we shed, we was еating off our bets You get meals upon your bed, we achieve our intellect You ain't feeling what i said, reason for ya to be vexed Read the words up in this text, rehearse till ya can accept Motherfuckers be a fiend for daddy death Watch a sucker get rich off his latter breath You just wanna get his wealth Only give a shit about yourself, you gon be pissing on their health Let em ask for help, they can help themselves Take the money go stealth, you comin from and goin straight to hell Corruption, seductive Only function is to turn us destructive We cause disruption, productive Them is redundant, y'all wanna fund em We wanna put em in bonds son We run this city like Compton Cross em in here we stump em Its gon be fuck the elite even when im gone So i said fuck this world, ima get higher yo spread the word Ima connect myself be the first In this barrio yeah we the worst, vodka leave us cursed Ganja give us thirst, bein on the verge When we burst out, we emerge the purge When theres too much doubt we still persever The search to mature, young entrepeneurs Shoulder bag with herbs, post up next to church Only move in herds, only seperate when they lift the birds Take the bus anonymous transfer Heavily delirious off this fatigue i envision us Folding hella cheese, no more Glocks in no clutch Corruption, seductive Only function is to turn us destructive We cause disruption, productive Them is redundant, y'all wanna fund em We wanna put em in bonds son We run this city like Compton Cross em in here we stump em Its gon be fuck the elite even when im gone Oh say can't you see, the people storming the Bastille Catch ya where you dont wanna be seen Watch that blood stream on these cursed streets Watch the burden leave, world will be in peace These the sweetest dreams, evil meets his djin No more greed for sins, love will always win Suffering sees its end, for this i be hellbent Cause through hell i went, felt like it was meant To be, shit i was dumb g, now i put it on for my city Anesthesiology, hella prodigy's Hood of martialities, crooked up mentalities Aristocracies, their pillars and templars time to bring em to they knees

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