Lyrics:
brick
Just gotta put it out, hit by hit
Don't shoot, can't miss
Those are wise words
From a little bitch
Hard work results in bliss
My mind racing
But
Pandemonium burns
This battle is a rebellion, rebirth of old traditions
Mythical hell is the paradise to the true warriors
There they attain eternity and sit
(While I)
Snatch your planetary, evil like Nefario (Uh-huh)
This ain’t Atari bro, vacating your armies yo
It’s not a comic show, no funny jokes like Ansari
Please step well back from the yellow line
The train will be departing shortly, for your sake
Extreme close-up, paint-stained Nautica shorts
Army this not the navy baby can you stand when everybody won't
No
If I got friends they ghosts
Niggas tryna wipe my nose
Whoa
I could need you right now
would mean the end of the demon race.
But Vibheeshana's words
hurt Ravana's ego
and he accused Vibheeshana
of being a traitor.
Hurt by this,
Vibheeshana
what can you tell
Of the day that stones from the sky fell?
Destroying an army determined to break
The house of Allah that Abraham built
Oh, mountains
what can you tell
Of the day that stones from the sky fell?
Destroying an army determined to break
The house of Allah that Abraham built
Oh, mountains
the strays
Readying to rise
Have I finally found where I belong
Surrounded by the family I seek
But why is there a feeling I can't ignore
Ominous, we proceed
tell who is who
That’s a life tool, did you pick that up from
Blueprint One not Two
Chasing the devil like Yakub
It’s obvious, I want the number one not
half of my friends
Mack is the rap that ain't happen for them, back in the trap and we at it again
Back to this crack as a matter of fact I remember way
The armies they keep marching
Towards their deadly goal
I'm standing in their rows
Dying is my soul
Father, Mother
Help me in this misery
Father,
dick
What kind of shit is this?
(Type of shit is this?)
Got a real Yompton bitch
She know Roddy Ricch (Know Roddy Ricch)
Alexanders on my feet, I got
The Black Abyss
...Lucifer
Command Thy Armies Of Hell
...Leviathan
To This Holy Worlds Demise
To The Never Ending Darkness
To The Obsenities I Yearn For
wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't
traces
Controlled by TV screens and letters
That point out assimilation
To trends and movements from outside
Fall victim to this infiltration
RETURN YOUR GREATEST FEAR
NOW THIS WORLD WILL BE MINE AGAIN
CHAOS - EVERYWHERE YOU SEE - AS YOUR WORL IS FALLING
TORTURE - AND PAIN IS BROUGHT BY ME - I'M
They rise from this fiery region,
On dragon-like wings, by thousands they’ve come to war.
And dark are the Seraphic Legions,
With armor and shield,
led by MUMMU TIAMAT and ABSU
And the Elder Gods, led by the warrior MARDUK, son of the Sa God ENKI...
...This last one won the Battle
...therefore,
runnin'
Show her every door and how the windows let the sun in
Copy out the key and tell her
This is for becoming
Even in the fever, baby
Cry and get
this your last night
I'm praying for the better days, stomach cramps from laughter
It's just another part of the story, a different chapter
Don't get
play me
You niggas not army
You niggas not navy
You nigga ain't marines
My business in the green
Faded off purplish leaves and stress tea
Made 10 hittin
this reason his sons had to spend
Four long years in a Turkish prison
[Chorus]
It's not clear from history if his mind was twisted during captivity
But
adept,
To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,
Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled
And ere three shrill
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