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Sunz of Man Court

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

year curse
The lost disciples, bound, to the midst of the
bottomless pit, trapped behind the gates of the wicked wilderness
I hear the sound

Disciples of none
Locked and loaded, cock-sure
(Semper fi! do or die!)
One by one a bolt between the lobes
(Gung ho!)
Ooh! It makes the grass grow
See! It

Lord
A disciple for You
It's all about Him

Daily walking through
Same old routine
Everyone that I know
Tries to get by
With You on their side
Night

to go off like a shot
I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot
I’m a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box
And all the tribal

Song Ttile: MLK
Lyrics By: Brian Belfast Ward, Najahsi, steve e ross
Music By: Brian Belfast Ward

Intro: 
 
      There's a little song 
      That

Put your hands together
Juan Sam
Do not be conformed
To this world
But be transformed
By the renewal of you're mind
Discover the power

doubt when you wanted to lock me away
Still so haunted by that pussy picture you plastered around our group chat
Fucking sick
There ain't too much I

Because Jesus has completely transformed our lives
And bought us out of our sins by His blood
He is our Master - our Lord
And we want to obey Him
Not

like its Memphis 
Check this out, I'm bout to walk on the beat
My swords my bible for all the disciples its a long journey 
Put your shods on your feet
I

and every vice that you need
There's a taste to be injected

Russian roulette me
You think you got it, oh I think you got it all
Infiltrate me
I think you got

that had made me regret
 
And when it all came crashing down
I never would've thought, never would've thought
That I'd be picked back up by you

Cause I

Pop pop hearing shots in the dark
Let it go off we been hot from the start
All eyes on me like a CV cough
We the new beginning like a word by the dot

the fools
Not sorry we met or sorry I left
But that's what you get with Russian Roulette
Not sorry, not sorry
Not sorry we met or sorry I left
You broken,

thing that could compare to our relationship
A fucked up game of roulette
Where can we go from here?

As a girlie I'd seek you out when my boredom set

roulette
All my tears only full of regret
You're better off playing
Dead
You're better off playing
Dead
You're better off playing
Wasn't on me my love
I'm

what time is
Cause I’m timeless
A six on every dice
We taking no chances
Play with a loaded gun
Russian roulette let it spin, let it
spin eh
Verse 1:
Ay

Iconoclast

Cathedral

The Seventh Coming

2002

strength and determination
Almost let you bleed
They'll let you bleed

No god's,no masters,no authority
Only yourself
Divine disciples control your

Russian Roulette

Joan Armatrading

Sleight of Hand

1986

I bring myself down by making the things up
I imagine you gone
Russian roulette
Like dancing with death
I carry on

I'll take the blame
I know

Open Letter

John Popper

Zygote

1999

Tell me your will
And it shall be done
Because you need a disciple
And I am one

And I believe
Because I do
Before I learned a thing
I knew

ARTILLERY CREST FALLEN BY FURY

VICTIM TATTOOED BY BOMB
DISCIPLES REDUCED TO DUST
VICTIM TATTOOED BY BOMB

MASSIVE TENSION TILL THE BONE  
ASSASSINS BEYOND

haven't hit the high note
Follow the leader cause y'all are disciples
Bad bad
Vroom
Broom
Bad bad
Vroom
Broom
Since the age of eleven i been on probation

gone by
Skeletal throne reign here to stay
No one to hear my cry

Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven

And He dwelt with folks that are wretched
To be forever changed by His presence
So lemme ask you a question
Where is the place where you are present?
If

not hear their cries to be set free
Gross consumption, a lifestyle crafted by the bourgeoise
Your indulgence in life, a life of abundance
"Higher level