Lyrics:
Rapture!
Death lord... Iak Sakkath!
Embrace me, as you command your black winged horde.
Bow down before the master!
Raise your horn in blasphemy
I am
don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop
This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face
brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black Fitz-William stormed your place
And drove you to the fern
Grey said
Game is back
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boom box, had to say
Today was a good day, had the hood buzzin'
Ice Cube my
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
(no passes)
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
Now Pandora was the kind of girl who had inquisitive intentions
She was fascinated by astrology and spectral incantations
The box was a present from
cribs
Liberace jewel box, go ox
Ostrich leather shoes, the egyptian socks
Tailor made shoes built like a brick house
Six foot nine, son
The guard had
too scared of that
Always see him in that corner selling niggas hope
Life, the young, the broke, the black, by now you know the trope
The protagonist
'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all
down on his box, Jack boldy declared,
"Let there be house!" and house music was born.
I am, you see,
I am the creator, and this is my house!
And, in
black
A riddle that's been spawned by men
Curiosity of forbidden desires,
tales of elation goading them.
Look inside what do you see?
This open box
black
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See
shakin' (shake)
Tell them meet we by the Grand (Grand) Stand (Stand, yeah)
Follow the big truck, is a big (big) band (leh we go)
We goin' right down 'til
Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
In the absence of oxygen
Baby crack a window don't you box me in
In the absence of oxygen
Baby lock the window won't you box me in
All black
Same
on a few blocks (yeah)
And I pulled a few skirts on a few blocks (yeah)
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there nobody like me
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus
we flowin' to St. Thomas
jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds
matchin' masterpieces on black
needle dear
Look at what they got you the crawly box
"Don't be such a baby, harry stop that now
The doctor's here to help you it's eastmann time!"
It's always darkest before it goes
Completely black
I'm older now so I should know
You never can look back
But the scars of childhood memories
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Innocent virgin blessed by God: white skin, black hair
and red lips. When I look at you I become so hot; deep
inside myself burns this hidden desire.
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