Lyrics:
scissor hands.
Born with such a thirst to kill,
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
Cuttin' bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe
Like I was
But by the Hand of God
The years that we've spent in a foreign land
The Lord said it is enough
The rod of the task masters have been broken
We're gonna
of the other you
Time to learn something new
The one kneeling is a slave
Kneel for the master
Feel the warm hand on the back of your head
You got a tattoo
the humble kid died
Lived in fear but now he’s the humble wolf
Deranged by passion
A fucken Pisces with vague illusions
A suited termite, strong enough
mechanical minute detail embellishments
I am you as automaton apostolic image
Lead by your hands of puppeteers
Yourself directed external
From outer
deals
Excuse me, you're the master of disguise
I’m sorry if I startled you by getting wise
To your ruse, I'm no goose your incognito
Incognito, you go
of Torment
From They Who Hath Burnt in Flames
From Words of Power Uttered By the
Darkness Itself
Hail To He in The Pit
Who Is Strong
Even Before
about her
The more I had to see
I had to find out for myself
What could she do for me
Her lips were so inviting
Her hands soft to touch
After just
Dream by night,
wish by day
Love begins this way.
Lovin' starts
when open hearts
touch and stay.
Sleep for now,
dreamings how
lovers'
heart will never belong to any one man
But I'll send all my love your way with my waving hand
You're my snowbird my fair weather lover
By this time next
Nothing I do is ever good enough
Everything is ruined just by my touch
With these big strong hands I
Destroy everything
Crushing your heart
Nothing I do is ever good enough
Everything is ruined just by my touch
With these big strong hands I
Destroy everything
Crushing your heart
together, that we could have now together
All the colours and the smell of fresh air
Have become so strong and bright!
And the moment that our hands touch
accepted by reality but shit ain't feeling naturally
I naturally
See that I am actually
Not another nigga but a man who gonna gradually
Master thee
low
Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged
low
Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged
it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck
Caught by
though
I think deep, I believe in ghosts
Ever felt the hand of a dead body?
Then you know why I took my gun and head-shot him
War started over dope
saddle bull and Erlik
Manifested himself
On the summit of the mountain
Commander of the legions
His battle cry tore the sky
Troops startled by the his
coming too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancing
to feel the touch of Your tender hand.
Remove the chains of darkness
And let me see, Lord let me see,
Just where I fit into your master plan.
I
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
eyes
The answer had been found
Back with the people in the circle
He stands
Giving, feeling
With just one touch of a strong right hand
They know
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
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