Lyrics:
how to master mind control
Lead men to the slaughter, I've been eating Hall & Oates
Double up the standards, who create the answers?
Mama told me hang
tragedy
As we wrote the wasteland symphony
A twilight of the gods yet made by man
Yet the horror was short in the final stand
This utter Holocaust is
roll)
This till overlooking East Beach better yet
We better wait until it's dark
Catch the motherfucker while he in bed
- (yeah, I'm feeling that)
But if
no empathy I will stampede enemies
By the ten apiece till they dead to me
Amphetamines befriending me
They called me up and said to me
You need me in
no empathy I will stampede enemies
By the ten apiece till they dead to me
Amphetamines befriending me
They called me up and said to me
You need me in
the genre is your primary mission
A ghost's shadow the master of stealth
Behind enemy lines I gather intel
Ice cold steel as in Winterfell
By now you know I'm
story makes it end
Who would ever read it?
Will it collect dust in the vast hall of history
A tale that no one needed?
If the library collapsed in flames,
beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me
I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, Bustled
Nobody deserve to be, hustled
Look here, run I
guarded by the king
Insanity and the power that it brings
Madness reigns
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Lovo master in your arms I lay
Lovo master paint my picture
A thousand angels within blackened wings
Surround me again
Lovo master where you go by
I would see you in the hall
Always say hi
Couldn't wait til end of day like a fan of The night
I'm a fan of your life
Blowing love in your direction
and then by that, and then by that
What? Shit
Better be all-in, all I can hear is you talking
Sick of you please quit your gawking
JK I keep it rolling, we
the master
Who is this DND? Call me the pastor
Judge me like DND cause the disaster
Talked after beeps and I got no call after
When is Jesus coming back?
I
and a
Chain across the dump sayin', "this dump is closed on Thanksgiving," and
We'd never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in
now i'll be dead
Or in the hall of fame
Remember my name, Rhymemaster Charlie G
The fresh arrival from the 503 a real MC!
I'll be fine (I lied)
"Chi you pose to tell niggas you poppin"
I am just by telling the truth in my rhymes
Thought I'd be popping when I moved to Cali
My
holding back this accent
Master Sansei, Blacked out the segment
One can listen to your voice, others take a different path
Put me in the 1 percent of niggas
of Chaos
Master of all his race
Monster insatiate
'Tis he we come to slay in Chaos
Hear our cries
In Odin's name we figth
Inside these halls
The throne
Cause you've had a
Relatively short career this is
The second album
And hopefully we can ten more of
These but do you have
Any regrets in this short time
hold a stint
Ain't playing with no bogus shit
Bald headed hocus pocus shit
Gone need new tricks to notice this
Can't no pretension pose in this
I'm
woop
Feeling you out on the moon
I'm lovin' this night cause of you
Dill rice with the salmon for two, in a few
Get back in the living room
Master chef
[Chorus:] They say we N -- I - Double G -- E -- R
We - are - much more, Still we choose to ignore, The obvious.
Man this history don't acknowledge us
get pistol whipped
Catch'em in the hall, hitt'em in the jaw
Give it to the fans they can get it all
Cause the industry is punks, Tech I'm ready
on you
Jesus my master and rewarder
My desire and ambition
Is to reign with you in eternity
(I want you to sing this with me…say)
I am Rapturable I'll be
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