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Sinister

Pentagram

Turn to Stone

2002

I cast my spells on endless nights
They call me lord with my hands on fright
My subjects they fear me for my eyes do glow
My women they love me

Threading on Vermillion Deception

Aborted

The Archaic Abattoir

shall memorate
Which from the dead could not be obtained
Lured by the cold
Abused portent of those who can't reject my pole

Call me insane but this

Fight

Dem Franchize Boyz

Dem Franchize Boyz

2004

Give me a little credit for tha shit I be recyclin'

You rockin cock diesel, when I know you don't wanna fight,
Like shot it left, but broad would I

Already in this all the way 
   I need to medicate 
   I can't breathe and 
   It's cold now 
   Hid the sun that keeps 
   me warm 
   Ready

Kill the Day

Vicious Rumors

Cyber-Christ

(S.Smyth, G.Thorpe & B.Oconner)
Roll the stone that held down your soul for so long
The head games they played on your mind like a song
Take

do his thing, get me aligned with my prime
You know I'm ready, crown heavy, but I'm walking that line
Now steady, you can bet me, no one harder than

solo

Lc for shure drums like ringo
Im ready to rumbol nago is on the beat yaw
Welcome to the jungle you can call me King Kong
Bitches Say im lindo cause

been a long time
(Woah) you make me feel like
There's something wrong

Thought that I was ready
Then it hit me heavy
She gon' watch me drown, drown,

gotta know the difference
It's a crazy world we living in
Everybody want the power and that word, to 50 cent
Tell me why I'm hated by so many, many, many

ready to forget

Just count so many times that
I thought about him while he was lying to me
Just see so many signs about his concept
Or in what he

to make it
Buy her a mercedes
Geez
Tryna live lavish
Stay up
No debating
I will give praise up to Jesus
Not Satan
Demon's try latching to me
By the day
But

you walk up to me
God forgive me I’ve been feeling like a problem
Ready to snap at anybody tryna stop me
Ng’pheth’ izinja zami zihlel’ zihungry
Phusha

all about the money
I was in the 7th grade, shootin' dice for the money
Tryna hit this other 9-5, writin' rhymes by the nightlight
Tryna get us up out

were trained in
 
G-House Greenwich Street South Gold DJ please play that heat now                        
Sit paste that super bass got me dead live

the place for me...
Sitting on the beach
Sucking margaritas 
Watching the parade go by...
 
God bless that Genius 
Who invented bikin's 
Polka dotted, string,

sturdy crazy spin
A casa spesa dell'eurospin
Sekka sgasa e sembra Need for Speed
My G si allena tutti i giorni in gym
Ti tira un destro come Adonis Creed

His words I'm scribbling here/we're reppin G.O.M for life like its bizzle in here/nobody be stoppin me/eyes on da cross,big picture we croppin

I sat down by his gravestone, thought about it, thought about it
Sorry pops I can't meet you yet, too many roots down the flower garden
I was only

from her lovin' man
They've been together for forever
And I don't know why that bothers me
She has got the personality
The girl I want, the girl I wanna

thing
Shirts and tie to G-string
Tuning her guitar strings
And I want you to know That I'd be down for more
If I'm skipping my class I'll be at the front

I’m in love with that girl
I’m in love with that girl

1 2 3 4 the G.I.R.L is driving my mad
She makes me sweat and shiver every day and night
I

All rise
For the almighty
The new motherfucking king on the block
Some of yawl may have known him by Tee Gutta
Or even GTP
Walls, talk to em

Got

feel
When I look around, there's nobody else that I see
To choose as my G, to do what you do for me

Ooh no RIP to gone souls Oh no
RIP to gone souls Oh

nigger every G knows it needs no mention these punk ass cops are banking to make a fat retirement pension. They always trying to get down taking what they