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Abortion

Kid Rock

The History of Rock

2000

My veins are poppin' from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route

What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too

Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too

So can I come to see you sometime
'Cause I been missin' you
I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you

And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm dyin' in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now where's my gun

Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord (where's my gun)
Oh where's my gun
Oh Lord (yeah, where's my gun)
Oh Lord (my gun)

Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of

The second coming of Christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of

The second coming of Christ
Its god himself in a jar
Yeah, hey

You got me, sad and lonely
When I'm me, me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone

And I will pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry

When the world finally got wise
He got a spear right into his side.

Second coming, the new Christ won't survive
It's a second coming the new Christ will die

I'm Comin' [Featuring Tra-Knox]

Will Smith

Willennium

1999

Will: 
 Big Will for the Y2K, ugh

Verse One:
Feel the Earth tremble, see the skies turn red
Eclipses, shooting stars, turn ya head
Volcanoes erupted, rage in the sea
Ain't the second coming of Christ
The first coming of me
They say if you downward the Nile
It would throw off the rotation of the Earth
Well, messing with me is worse
Feel the rain, button up you overcoat
Watch the illest ???

Second Coming

Good Riddance

Cover Ups

2002

It streaks across the sky towards Bethlehem
A shining star filled with hope and love.

It's the second coming
The new Christ won't survive
It's a second coming
The Christ will die

He thinks he'll rid the world of it's sins.

We're gonna pull God down from the sky.
Born-again Christ waiting for the second coming of Christ.
Watch cable TV both day and night.
What keeps you tuned in?

Everyone is dealt a hand
Some of us keep our cards close to our chest
Waiting on some promised land
Rather than attempting to play our best
Everyone has their own version of the second coming of christ
But I guarantee that the moment it happens
They'd still have him crucified all over again
So we keep on waiting
For the next new savior
Instead of creating
We yearn for something better
Moments gone to waste
Yet still we wait
Eyes gazing into the sun
Looking for something to fall from the sky
There must be something or someone
Able to answer all our questions why
Everyone has their own version of the second coming of christ
But I guarantee that the moment it happens
They'd still have him crucified all over again
So we keep on waiting
For the next new savior
Instead of creating
We yearn for something better
Moments gone to waste
Yet still we wait
Yet still we wait
Yet still we...

(Jesus was a goon sack)
God pissed in a bag, I'm not talking trash
It's a goon sack
Jesus was a goon sack
It's the silver pillow with a valve for a halo
It's a goon sack
Jesus was a goon sack
Turn water into wine, second coming of Christ
It's a goon sack
Jesus was a goon sack

You have been gathered here to kill every child under two
Every pregnant mother too

We will stop the second coming of Christ

I the pope bow to no one
Yet alone bow to god
I will slaughter everyone before I risk the power vested in me

Assemble the legions of priests and vow to me that every infant will die

Promise to me that Christ will hang
Nailed to a cross before he's three

Arise and become an ordained clergy of plague
All sweeping across the world to cleanse

Crucify the children in the streets for all the world to see

The prophecies cannot be fulfilled
If they are we will be exposed for what we have truly become
Perverts draped in robes claiming to be embodiments of god

Kill him before we are exposed

Erase him so no one knows what we have become
Now bring me the head of the infant
Jesus christ impaled on my sword
So that I may mount it on my wall

I will rule forever
Bring me the head of the infant Jesus Christ

Back up off the Wall

Brand Nubian

Foundation [Clean]

1998

Yeah, Brand Nu' comin' through 

Long Island, Harlem World, all out, all out 

Let's talk abou tit 

What, yeah, now put ya hands up 

Uh, what, now put ya hands up 

Put ya hands up 

Now get ya back up off the wall 

[Sadat X] 

I'm better feeling than running raw 

Chain gang link I need a shrink 

What y'all niggaz think I'ma do when I get real money 

Iano keys played in series 

Peace to Lil' Cease 

Microphone track board, loose chord, oh Lord 

Promo number one Sadat X had a grenade 

And the have next day I smashed the shit Allie played 

Now we delayed by ninety days 

You better find me anyways 

You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home 

Non-haters play the corner in the elevator 

Crash crews smack the open palm so you don't bruise 

You push a button and what happens nothing 

I push one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway 

I'm in 4A, I been in there all day 

I had some smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slab 

There's enough for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab 

Chorus: Loon 

Come on, come on, come on, yo 

So get your back up off the wall 

What, I said dance, come on, come on 

So put your hands up 

Stop frontin and pop somethin 

Cornball niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin 

Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya speed 

Brown-skinned mami, that's the wife I need 

Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed 

Tryin to ball with y'all but I might just flee 

[Lord Jamar] 

The second coming of Christ 

I'll make you run for your life 

It's like a gun up against a knife 

You can never win, when we fight to the end 

I'm tight with the pen 

Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the head 

And showin off the skills of the mentally dead 

I do the knowledge before any words get said 

Herbs get me red, hold on, Simply Red 

Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with that 

y'all could go ahead with that 

I'm trying to show you where my head is at 

Dread be the positive black 

Drop the be	, you get lack 

See you when you get back 

Lyrical three-pack, spiritual miracle 

Uhh, Lord Jamar the imperial 

Microphone serial killer, urban guerilla 

You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit seriosu 

Slap the taste out of your mouth, then break out 

Chorus 

[Grand Puba] 

Now I'ma put a rush up on molasses 

Breeze on through like easy passes 

Wiggle more asses than aerobic classes 

El kabong, my people blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong 

Get that ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in thong 

For sure dog, I don't mean to come off pushy 

Blaze your party hot, and have it smelling like D'bussy 

Spit my phlegm and drop my gem 

Collect my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rims 

I be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller 

The mic killa wreckin more shit than Godzilla 

Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the pillar 

The four-wheeler touched every flava but vanilla 

You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thang 

I get you open like them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine 

Spit my flow all the way from New Ro' 

to Acapulco, white poos brown like cocoa 

Flip flows def like so so 

Chorus

No Splash

Aesop Rock

Float

1999

[Aesop Rock]
January, I fell to the cobblestone
In April, I cut little paper flowers
In August, I drank cold tea all my lonesome
In October, I was introduced to scourers
I love New York Saturdays
But Mondays last longer
And since I plan to live a long life
Maybe I'll serve a thousand Mondays and swallow the burn
To merge the week for all its got
To get my shoddy rotten ribs stick, forgot my ribs
I got a lil' something called a spirit crisis on my skull
And it's nothing short of ferocious but I swallowed the dosage
I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle
And my candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel
Then I settle in a stand still
I live forever reaching for the sun
Hoping some lucky day I'll clutch and get a hand full
Rope ladder, I'm a swinging anvil
And I want to turn scullies and summings with pretty lullabye, bye
The way my gypsy dances makes a monster retreat to fetal
I never felt so damn young
But you don't look a day over zero
And you don't look a day in the times 'cause it'll make you realize
The night is near so
Well then go, dream, I clean around the edges
I tidy up the tabletop, and lectured all the pledges
I never really knew the true definition of precious
Till my angel wit the beautiful red locks gave me the message
I'm a fully animated life tree
See the root of the mute button was dug up bug up on a song
Of I'm a fully animated life tree
With branches for the heavens to admire actually

Chorus [Woman speaking]
Fame, war, love, honor, crime, innocence, tragedy, sunshine
Cringe, death, passion, heroism, God, suffering, joy, fate
Destiny, treasure, stars, gall, hunger, murder, silence, mayhem
Health, pain, suspense, breath, sound, guilt, pride, time

[Aesop Rock]
We all know what a halo is
But we all don't know the horrors if your halo tips
I be the matador making your pretty little heels click
I be the Sword in the Stone of the contemporary eclipse
I'm incredibly exhausted
You can't imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, I'm obsolete
Freedom freedom freedom fighter beginning
Better stay competitive, meter in such to bust, fuckin fantastic
Every little steps you take breaks the tangles
In the chest, developed in the abomidable trouble
Settle for a cruel second, loud for an hour
Screamin to the beats to leave until my whole weekend turns sour
I ain't been around the world but I been around the block
I ain't seen everything but I seen enough to talk
I ain't a prophet, I ain't the Second Coming of Christ
I'm just a mason with a will to build and a little advice
I want to weave a web, I want to set of knitting needles
Villain with a theme dream silent
Paddle in the hole divy to where the portraits astonish
You won't regret a single solitary step, I promise
Look, in a situation where a dragon guards the gate
I make a true spur of the moment grown decision
Which in turn allows me to be something normal
With the prefix of the abbot
I can kill every monster if I gotta, that's that
Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin it
Be the little guinea pig, dig?

Ooo ooo ooo I hear the sound of the trumpet can you hear it too
The son of man is in the sky
Prophecy prophecy breathe
Do you hear the sound of the trumpet
I hear the 7 trumpets
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 it's the end time
It will sound before end of age the second coming of Jesus Christ          
Hail and fire mixed with blood falling to the ground
There's a war going on for the Lord himself will descend from heaven 
With a cry of command as the trumpet blows 
You better change the game it's warning time
Do you see the son of man in the sky waiting on his chosen ones 
Have you heard of the four winds it holds truth prophecy to the breath
Thus said the Lord God come from the four winds
O' breathe and breathe on these slain that they come to life
Ooo ooo ooo Do you hear the sound of the trumpet I hear the 7 trumpets 
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 it's the end time 
It will sound before end of age the second coming of Jesus Christ

As the decades and centuries rolled by
Most of the Christians no longer thought
That the second coming of Christ
Would take place in their own lifetime

They firmly believed
The awaited return of Jesus Christ
To earth in order to judge
The living and the dead

But they thought its possible
That these holy events
Might not come to pass
For hundreds or thousands of years

On the basis of a complex numerical
Calculations involving the symbolic
Interpretation of the so called
Book of truth

Still the preachers of our modern age
Which prophecies claimed true
Admit and confess your pathetic sin
Then you kneel and let the brainwash begin

The world will be swept by war and plagues
All evil will control humanity
Many will follow the beast 666
And take up arms against Christ
The battle of Armageddon is near

Apocalypse pestilence war famine and death
The demons of finality
From the sky they came
As written in biblical times
The vision of the destruction fo earth
The future is dark and violent
Carpathian Forest wants you dead, DEAD!

I'm wide-awake, yeah, it's morning
I didn't always rise so early
But there's something in the trees and she's new and I never want her to leave

She's foreign, yet familiar
In a language alien but in my heart she's made a home
And all want's for her echo back, "it's with you I belong

She's a birdsong
She's a birdsong

The sun could rise a thousand times
In a thousand different shades and in a thousand different ways
But believe me when I say it couldn't nearly match the likeness of her

All else seems cold and dead
Anytime she comes around I take in as much as I can
And I don't think Christ could ever understand what her sort of beauty does to a man

She's a birdsong
She's a birdsong

I'm wide-awake, yeah, it's morning
I've seen a thousand different shades and in a thousand different ways
And I don't think even a second coming of Christ could bring as much beauty into the World

طلعت يا محلا نورها

Apocalyptic vision
The second coming of Christ
And when he had opened the Fourth Seal
I heard the voice of the fourth beast say
"Come and see, come and see"
I looked and behold a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was
Death and hell followed with him
And power was given unto them
Over the fourth part of earth
To kill with sword and with hunger
Death and the beast of the earth
The war started by the Antichrist
Will reach the finale
With the bowels of judgments
Fourth rider death that results
From war and famine
When men turn against men
Men turn against men
Sun became black
And the moon became of blood
Stars of the heavens fell onto the earth
Stars of the heavens fell onto the earth
And when all was over
Silence fell upon the earth
Bodies all were burning from the war
Brittle bones of infants scum
Breaking under the judgment of God
Blood poured like wine through the veins of the Earth
Death slaughtered through the course of the Fourth Seal
Bodies all were burning from the war
Brittle bones of infants scum
Breaking under the judgment of God
Blood poured like wine through the veins of the Earth
As the trumpets rang signaling the coming of God
Death slaughtered through the course of the Fourth Seal

The gears are set into place the finals stages of purification are
Nudged into motion by our pious Pope
The prevention of the second coming of Christ is now drawing closer to completion
Dissolution of component forces act together as one 
A single congregation tied together with one purpose in mind: 
The prevention of Christ's birth
Dead are collected and piled to feed the flames of a furnace fire
The day lit sky is now blackened by the infant ashes
As they rise they bring us darkness, turning day to night
With the remnants of the children burning, we begin the last stage
Surviving females are loaded onto transports and then shipped to our parishes where they're
Tagged, then stripped of their clothing, assigned numbers and then
Taken to eugenic controlled concentration camps
This is where they spend the rest of their pathetic lives
One by one the worms dry out in the sun at the mercy of their new master
Their existence exhausts itself without the ability to procreate
Seared onto their heads and their hands is the mark of The Beast
This holy number, sacred in its symbolism, now marks the doom of fertility
By the order of the Pope we condemn them to be neutered with a machine devised to sterilize
With a hundred tons of force, its name is The Cuntcrusher
Hooks pierce through their feet, then suspends them upside down to be fed
Into the side where they are conveyed to a press of blades
With their legs pried open, their cunts align
At the flick of a switch they are sterilized

Spirit Move

Paul Wright

Sunrise to Sunset

2005

Who I really wanna be is changing the world and not conforming in these end times I see signs with little warning your transforming my mind from death to life I'm livin on the mic writing rhymes till the second coming of christ so take me out with your tidal wave cuz I've been tossed around like a slave lost by the ways I crave slippin by holdin on to a reef in disbelieve and let go as you take control of everything inside of me

Come to paradise
Live in happiness long for Jesus Christ
He can save your soul
Heal your flesh and bone any one disease
Welcome to the show!

Praised to be lord
Give us all you can afford
Praised to be lord
Give us all you can afford
Give a contribution and behold the light
For the second coming of holy Jesus Christ
Listen to the preacher
On your knees and pray mercy and forgiveness
If you do obey

Praised to be lord
Give us all you can afford
Praised to be lord
Give us all you can afford

Apotheosis of Morbidity

Tiamat

Sumerian Cry

Awaiting dawn for a night of unholiness
Awaiting a sign as sacrifice is cast
Bow down to the lord of eternal might
Save us from the second coming of christ
Watching as the virgin writhe in fear
Drain her blood from a gasp in her throat
Set fire to the altar and watch her burn
Unholy buried in an unholy grave

[pre.ch.:]
The blood of the sacrifice seeps into the ground
Crimsoned liquid stains the pentagram
Unholy warriors on an antichrist crusade
The efforts of the unnamed is proved and witnessed

[ch.:]
Walk into the
Night without fear
Under the black
Sky we immolate
The prevention
Of rebirth
Sacrificed blood
Stains the earth

Reading scripts from scrolls of parchment
Written in fear with trembling hand
Hebreic spells and arab ecstasy
Black magic curses to mortify mankind
Breath the incense mixed with blood
Fill up the thurible with fresh skin
Approach the altar once again
Lit up the fire and carnage is a fact

[pre.ch.]

Awaiting dawn for a night of unholiness

Awaiting a sign as sacrifice is cast

Bow down to the lord of eternal might

Save us from the second coming of christ

Watching as the virgin writhe in fear

Drain her blood from a gasp in her throat

Set fire to the altar and watch her burn

Unholy buried in an unholy grave



[pre.ch.:]

The blood of the sacrifice seeps into the ground

Crimsoned liquid stains the pentagram

Unholy warriors on an antichrist crusade

The efforts of the unnamed is proved and witnessed



[ch.:]

Walk into the

night without fear

Under the black

sky we immolate

The prevention

of rebirth

Sacrificed blood

stains the earth



Reading scripts from scrolls of parchment

Written in fear with trembling hand

Hebreic spells and arab ecstasy

Black magic curses to mortify mankind

Breath the incense mixed with blood

Fill up the thurible with fresh skin

Approach the altar once again

Lit up the fire and carnage is a fact



[pre.ch.]

Have you forgotten what brought you here
A cool breezy mist sweeps over

Your dreams have fallen short
There's always something delaying us

I'll make it known you're never on your own
You have a home
There's passion still existing
Take a look back
A lifetime of following
You must now lead

So fragile we are to dwell in the past
Somehow you've lost your way
Close your eyes
The answer's inside

The good news is in this life you'll find the meaning
Need not worry about the end
Progress Forward
Give with a good heart and rewards will find you
Blessings upon waves

Life is a mirror from within yourself

What you see is what you are
Discover your true self and you'll find your might
You are the peace
You are the light

He has risen
Signs written
The second coming of Christ

Now with the sign of the cross you leave behind habits of old
It's not just about the destination, but the memories along the journey

It was elephant seeds that were planted for success
When you have faith there is no coincidence

“You know ever since I was a little kid
I’ve always had an imagination so powerful that
The story of the second coming of Jesus Christ
Will come one day forever will change our lives
While growing up I had visions of me making music
I had fear upon my heart I thought it was illusions
Me second guessing always made me hesitate
But now I know my destiny to heaven’s gate”.

As they in life negated the eternal immortality
of soul.

When angels will announce
The second coming of Christ.
The open coffins will be closed.
A crematory castigation

for the blasphemers of God.

A god to all you deceived. So consumed you’ve lost your head. The second coming of Christ. But you were swallowed by lies. This Judas kiss has left you damned. Lost again.

A bed of black roses that they trying to lay me in
The rep toxic and hard to tarnish like palladium
I need them billions that they gave to Ukrainians
I need them guns Reagan sold to Iranians
Left Daygo for NY I'm Ladanian
These bars could star seed awaken Pleiadians
Got mescaline pumping through my atrium
To the psychedelic museum in my cranium
Record spinning like the Tasmanian
Devil fuck weed trying to harvest uranium
Flood the streets they going to have to bring the navy in
They wasn't with me shooting in the gymnasium
I learned the game from a sycotik alien
Now it's the hall of fame for this rap game we in
The second coming of Christ vs Damien
Kill the prince of darkness at Jack Murphy stadium

The face of death resembled Taylor swift
Left the devil face down in a lake of piss
Take a sniff the kush look amethyst
Let's take a trip I'm living proof that faith exists
The options weighing it then I had my way with it
It is what it is the acid atheist a fatalist
Harvey Dent poker face take your chips
Playing it like MadVillain sampling Daedelus
That's accordion fly like a pegasus
Tabs of fatty acid call it omega 6
Created it before you started tracing it
Dangerous break the wrist of a plagiarist
Ravenous in the matrix with a ancient gift
Taking pics blazing spliffs with naked chicks
Raise the fist shooting dice with a satanist
Ego tripping at the gates of hell like The Flaming Lips