Lyrics:
choppin, dicing
Country boy born to kill
[Chorus 2x]
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
dicing
Country boy born to kill
[Chorus: x2]
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
Blood drenched execution
Carnage inspired by hatred and evil
Fatalities the final solution
Feel the fucking pain
I rip your child from your cunt
by, didn't comply your kid is born
When she said her feels, she done revealed that she was weak
You hit her up like every night of every week
Now
I look back and don’t understand
How such a burden can fall on anyone
How could I as a child cope with that pain
This little child, born into this
know where the boy child is
The King of the Jews who was born around here
But ol’ King Herod, he didn’t know anything
I don’t know where this child is
sexes all for the Soul's goal
Progress the process for the road home
Conscious of Oneness throne of the soul
Cosmic cbundance is born of the Soul
like how I'm livin'; well, fuck oh
I stuck to what I was on; a star is born on a cusp
Many angels fell to the dust
Leavin' me to trust, only a oh
of sorrow is a father being torn
Apart by the sight of his son's lying in the morgue
He mourned cause now he got to deal with the fact
That his child is
I am okay, okay there I go alone, easy
Here I am to stay, thank you
There I go alone
A child you were born, a child you'll return
Counting your miles
apostate of serenity
I am a child of the damned
Masters resist the mores
I am the spawn of the banned
Their planned-on disease
Pariah, Pariah, Pariah is my
stand
What has been given to us
Falsely branded by a system we cannot ever completely trust
It is us, not them, with sticks who get the short end
Rape
The silence long, our longing deep
Till it was shattered by the cry
A baby born, the child king
The son of heaven has arrived
And He shall be called
was born on Christmas morn'
He is our hope and our salvation
He fulfilled what the prophets had told long ago
A Child will be born
Immanuel
Ring, O
This is the land of my beginning
These are the mountains of my birth
Dark with the blood of desecration
Oh where is she who is my pride
EMELAITH
I
the abyss of street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child, Kicko turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power, leave my mark
spare to spoil the child
Is only propaganda meant to keep you in denial
Go on and follow your desire but he was preachin to the choir
Time is
bears a child:
With all her might
Born of the greatest pain
Into a grand canyon of light
I mean, no song has gone unsung here
And this joint is
ah dime
They don't understand the pain of a black life
Most of us ain't got no daddy
We were raised by our mama or our granny
We all bastard child's
I was born in County Kildare, just southwest of Dublin
The third child and second son of Elizabeth and William
The year was 1842, just before
and there’s no return,
At the same time, a baby’s born, hope is in their hands
A better future, a better life to live with the whole family
Is what we hope for
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
concentric
spheres. They give no evidence they've
heard. HE attaches importance to the
actual world there, so there is something in the music.
She were child
Silent night
Holy night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin
Mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
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