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minds
When the phoenix is going to rise
And the sunlight shines again

This was in 639
December the 7th
The end for the "kingdom of a thousand
1: Vex ]
I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal
Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel
Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
a close call with a grenade
I think we both must have been about 7th grade
But don't panic we both survived without damage
But we developed a bond like we
mad tricks on your mind (mind) 
If you're blind to the wicked ways 
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind 

Verse Three: 7th Ambassador 
He
mad tricks on your mind (mind) 
If you're blind to the wicked ways 
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind 

Verse Three: 7th Ambassador 
He
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
(?) with my killas these niggas gone hear us and fear us (they gon' feel us)
With 7th sign and mo! thug all my niggas get love then I gon' ride my nigga
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11

Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece
capacitors 
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors 
I'm not an actor 
I'm a prophet of the 7th world 
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
capacitors 
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors 
I'm not an actor 
I'm a prophet of the 7th world 
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
around but to profess the 7th prophecy]
J.ai tenu tete aux maitres, aux pretres, aux traitres.
[I resisted the  masters, priests, and traitors]
Aux faux
being wounded by the mob
So do you want that? Not!

Love is like temperatures going out of hands
Just like those fans
That wreck the hall and smash
my locket, a lock of nightshade
And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade
Her ring is awaiting her back
I watch her from shadows, pariah by day
I