Lyrics:
been listening
They said You were a fool
But I know You’re the truth
To follow You must be criminal
No one thinks they have blood on their hands
But we
[Music and Lyrics by Warrior, Originally performed by Celtic Frost]
After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
happy
It’s harder to love people who are never satisfied
Everything is dividing and loyalties questioned
Sometimes I’m terrified by my own side
Maybe
defness
Because you know freshness is next to godliness
Maestro is a lander, a commander
When the microphone's in my hand it is panda-
Monium on a podium,
I'm from the city, where the skinny niggaz die
So I stay swoll maintain my weight, and drop haters that pass by
I'ma ride, till the wheels fall off
wet
From the best turned vet
Learned to speak direct
My games jumpin'
We all had out days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways
Struck up a pose, with her leg cocked, foot on the dash,
I got a hand full of red cock, foot on the gas,
Now while I'm drivin' catch my zipper girl
Swallowed by depression pains expression cracks my face grasping at ghosts and shadows in my skull slipped through the hands of grace reality hammers
lies in my head, there’s been lies in my heart
I've been tortured by this riddle and I don't know how to start
With a lightning flash and thunder, boys
A FEW THINGS THAT’S ENOUGH ARE YOU FINISHED
HEART IN HAND CALM AS I WALK IN THE DOOR HOLD MY BREATH WHEN I LET OUT A ROAR
EVEN GOOD MEN NEED A LITTLE
They wanted to be millionaires without a life line
I lead the blind through the shrines of a lost world
Wait I gotta hold the hand of my little girl
get no relief
All I see is jokers on my left, thieves up on my right
You'd find me in the middle if I picked a different life
Before my name
of pain but they were my ecstasy
Its white skin is illuminated under pale moonlight
Reminiscent of fresh snowfall
The patterns formed by shadows
on the sins of the world.
JESUS:
I must go to Jerusalem
To suffer at the hands of men
It's my destiny
It is what must be
When him that they will crucify
Will
Sun of Man from Abraham
Brooklyn was my Bethelehem, I blessed the land with children
Keep a gun in hand, must understand my plan
you drown in
that I had hit bottom
Return to me, my strength
My soul still perseveres onward
You reach for my hand
And then pull me away from this
The sun feels
resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I
I don't really need the ego
Of being a pop star
Playing rock n' roll makes
Me stand hard and tall
Once an old man with blood on his hands
Said "Pick
Strip down my knowledge; let the beat pump the poison in your blood
Addressing all your freedom to this hungry box inside
That solid state of mind
when Louis was just sixteen
And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin
They left their homes and family Their father said "My sons, one
The ravenous mouth called system
We're all shaped by vulgar hands
The grip of hate and lies
The sustenance to our bellicose ways
An ignorance almost
He almost forgot how to drive over here
By he tries to survive over there
Some young conscious ripped him off
And running him over the road
He
There's a storm out on the horizon
Blackin' out the day
Hell and high water
Come to take my world away
I can hear the wind blow
I can hear
action
And it gets into my blood
The call me the trail blazer, Rael electric razor
I'm the pitcher in a chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cause
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