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Licking The Burns Of The Wicked's Kisses
Driven By Lust To Destroy Feebled Men
Risen From The Burnt Dreams Of The Light

As The Reflection Slowly Fades...
piped like clacks
By the ol' scarecrow
'N pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands till the
Kettle leaped fire round the belly 'o'
The bayou boy bums
She's still on my mind

April, May, June, July 
August comes around
Pretty soon, a years gone by
And we're still hanging out

The people feel so
oh blessed majesties

Once more saved - nevermore
Mare tenebrarum - the red penitents
My fate divine - their worst obssession
Burn in hell you cunt !
[Intro/Hook - x2]
	From the high degrees to the low degrees
	Ice cold, red hot, you can burn the freeze

Fahrenheit, very low
Icicle, hail
chests
The silver seal
The blood-red penitents
Towards our land
From my window I can guess
The flames of their so-called heaven
By now, I should run away
of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we
spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch

The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh 'cause I catch the hottest
My
think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem

You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't
of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we
Two sets of taillights burn dim and divide,
Stretch for miles making track marks across what veins fail to carry.
You should have taken my keys
enternally the flame burns

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck, (unknown singer)]
Forget me not (Baby, sweet love.)
Forget me not (Girl, feel what I feel?)
(Baby, sweet
a centavo infested with worms
Man destiny is best that he learns
My accent divines hacking through your veins
Like you're in between the rail road track
a free man!
{*laughing*}

[Intro: Remedy (Clocka) {Sweetleaf}]
The warning why'all, this is a warning yo
(Listen up, the code red)
Code red (Yea yea
caught spot, shoe stomp on street

Tape deck plays and the reels will spin
Suburb sound close down as boom-bap begin
My red face hide in the shade
like crazy
In the fast lane, I've been shining
Trying to keep the timing on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scoping,
been shinin' tryna keep the timin' on the track
With the diamond in the back

Move roof wide open, scopin', lockin'
The bitches relieve, the hoes
many faces but none of 'em mirror me 

Show my ID to the punk ass security 
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad 
Walked by a bitch who think
faces but none of 'em mirror me
show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
walked by a bitch who think she's God
match
And everything we not givin' up, we take it back
I bleed upon a track, my verse written in red
The blue is for the balance yes and everything I
a centavo infested with worms
Man destiny is best that he learns
My accent divines hacking through your veins
Like you're in between the rail road track
Cigarettes and lightning bugs
Not stopping for nothing
I slash, I burn, dead weight behind bumper
Outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer
Dust kick
up
A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up
Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold
And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold

I was
for pella fighter in armored jet planes
I burn hotter than propane
Army suit is stained with bloodstains from soldier's remains
The Red Army, movin
of town, on the bus I made rounds
I was involved in graffiti heavily
My people were Self, Tau and Freck RIP
At night I heard beats next door by QD III