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of this
Spartan blood rushing through my soul
Got a temper I cant control
Yes I know, It's not really wise
When it's one against five
Shouldn't chastise
But

The same color the same blood

Black and African I’m still prouder than
Half of them
Melanin plenty got a thicker skin
Making plans
Even when
My backs been

God has saved my soul 
By his grace alone
Didn't do it on my own
Couldn't do it on my own (Nah)
Lets take a flashback
I was living like I only lived

Kane we thought we had it all 
With no one to share it 
Going to movies all by myself, should I be embarrassed? 
Your on the road again, I'm stuck

solstice blood god rise
Let the blood flow watch it spill triggering orgasmic thrill
We will decide who lives and dies feast the gods of sacrifice

Exhume

focused gotta take it day by day
Cause it's bad things, happening to good people
And it's good things, happening to bad people
Just know your luck gon' run

deserve
You on some honesty shit
But yo, if true love exists
This has got to be it
So I apologize for everything I've
Done in the past
I clean the blood off

Blood drowning
It's all falling bouta crash
Im surrounded
By everything in my past
Blood drowning
It's all falling bouta crash
Im surrounded
By

was misled by snakes and lost when I was young
But I learned and returned like the prodigal son



(Chorus) 

They can't erase our history

Because it

Annexed by the Holy See
And then I retreated down
To the catacombs like the coward I was
My fortune lost to the Tiber
But Miramosa still holds my blood

just got to deal
With feeling how I do on the daily all by myself

It's the truth from the booth, still yelling it out the roof
My brothers, they put

Trapped in the dirt still here shining
Where your heart at i'm still tryna find it
Cold to the touch baby i'm dying
Gotta fallback they not on my

Audobon Ballroom

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

And whisper, in his ear, "leave none of them standing"
It ain't fair, he ain't here, you still appear in a pagence
Imagine gags in the dungeon, thoughts

is full grown and now I can't stop it
Now it's getting scary the enemy tricked me he said I would win
Signed obituary sincerely by sin
Father I'm dying

Trigga happy nigga don't make me relapse

Attitude like fuck it, they hatin' anyway

And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say

You still talkin' blow?

When you seek good, collateral damage makes it worse
But the process doesn't work in reverse
When you seek blood, it burdens an insatiable thirst
Evil

lie?
Big dawg who? You got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle

O Valencia

The Decemberists

Q 2007

the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we'll, go we'll go

But O Valencia
With your blood still warm on the ground
Valencia
And I'll

us
Drop a rose by his corpse, Still respect
The violet matches fingerprints around his neck
Bad blood for the family, pop the cap
The sit-down

the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah

Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off

bounce off walls like a sentient Roomba
Just found out his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid
Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm

out by the pound
I asked the lord for mercy
And it’s weighing me down
I never dream the images have ceased
I’m still burdened from feelings of false

and get pulled over by the cops and get sent to jail, it used to freak me out!

Freaked me out to a point where when I figured out how to use the home phone

then holy
Shed his blood and poured it on me
Laugh when foes come looking for me
Cause I got the lamb's blood on my door
I know a wolf in sheep's clothes