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This man will conquer fear
And Universe will shine
Shine ye spinning orbs of light
Shine ye crystal stars so bright
All ye harmonized by love
Set in
a whisper
Appearance brief and fey
Visions of holy sinners
Not seen by light of day
Spirits Of The Dead
Holy Fire
Burning the brain
Crossed with desire
dreamed of all the things that I would say
On that day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
protection by the bed 

There's a child with a gun tired and on the run
Black brown blue what does it matter? 
And there's 15 more down on every corner
In Hell's kitchen
Elements in Hell's kitchen

I've been to the land of milk and honey
And those ingredients, they don't exist
with a New Disguise
The girl's so witchin', my backbone's twitchin'
Cause down in Hell's kitchen
The Devil's got a New Disguise

If you see Kay,
Nearly a new face in hell!
A muscular, thick-skinned, slit-eyed neighbor is at the table
poisoned just thirty seconds before by parties who knew
was saved by the cocaine, ay!
Young boys with choppers, young boys with lawyers
We stand in the kitchen and whip out that work

All my life I
There's a picture by his first wife on the wall
Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall
A stain from last week's party on the stairs
the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in
on Saint Mark's place

Hell, I'd double-cross my mother if it was whiskey that they paid
And so an early bird says Nightstick's on the hit parade
And he
There's a woman in the kitchen there's a baby in the crib
I've got a pipe and slippers the glass I hold is filled
I'd look just like a family man if
the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today
How the hell kinda person go to work in the morning
And come home in
flies in the kitchen
 I can hear 'em in there buzzin'
 And I ain't done nothin'
 Since I woke up today
 How the hell can a person
 Go to work in
listen to it
He the truth, nigga

At my bake sale
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lord, for heaven’s sake, hell
I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl
Halfway across the kitchen floor
His mamma said don't let me see you do that anymore
And he let loose with
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
The world will pass them by
But there's a fire in their kitchen
And the water's three feet high and risin'

My beloved
The only one I see
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
She's in the kitchen crying by the oven
It seems she really loved him
And he's so drunk he's passed out it a Datsun
That's parked out in the hot
the sounds in the kitchen
To the tears of a child
He lets her memory go, wild

There are days
When he’ll go out with the children

There are days
only you was lonely too,
If only you was lonely
I walked out of the kitchen

I was tired as hell
Another day's here and oh well
Somewhere there's
They're cooking up a storm 
In Hell's Kitchen tonight 
And the main course could be you 
Or try your hand at an Eastside stand 
Dashin' slashes
Put your guns out on the table
Throw your bullets on the floor
This weary old house can't take it anymore
From the ovens in the kitchen