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Forever to be champion!
Upon the sea of time I ride:
To stay abreast of rising tides
I cast a scorn-filled glance about
This body black through which
When the sky is black
And the sun bleeds dry
The harbinger of the end
Shall appear
Symbolizing the start of the revelation
For he is the envoy
The power of her cunt's scorn
Manhood through death reborn
Slaves to her body sworn
Lusted and conquered by Satan's whore
Asexual adversaries erased them from
born so long ago
As the world starts to glow
In 1948 they finally let us live together
‘Til the Housing Act was born and scorn the black into the nether
Fire of the sun
Flowers crumble into dust
The seed shall scatter and die
Light in her eyes
Pours black on their lives
We gather round
Forced into betrayal of God and country
By a despot clad in vengeance
A self-made enemy
A noble man
Beheaded at dawn
By a King's swift justice
men haunt the midnight sun
A black mass of destruction brought slaughter clad in fear
The moon's grim face laughs in scorn upon the total death
surely go.
The picture rolls by, soundtrack low, but we don't see a thing.
Feel around in the middle of your popcorn box,
At the bottom is a diamond
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
Flash was On The Beat Box Goin' That
Flash was On The Beat Box Goin' That
Flash was On The Beat Box Goin'
And and and and
Sha Na Na
Italian, Caucasion,
control
He wants the heart that seeks to know
The One to come has been revealed
The signs fulfilled
Our fates are sealed by faith
A descendant of Abram
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
of poison
Addicted to the scorn
Impaled by your own sword
Wonder when this will end
Waking up drenched in sweat
The cavity in your chest
A hole you can
Mortal born sister of the Graeae
Fierce and dreadful
Born from the sea
The Mighty, the Far Springer and the Queen
Ill-fated beauty raped by a god
for meaning
Checking for it box by box
The world's a warehouse, endless boxes
Lots of words to search em up
This song is made up of three pieces
Here is my
Small black box
Filled with hurt
Sent by you
Here is my
Small black book
Filled with lies
Told by you
Here is my
Small black house
of backstabbin' that mug too lethal
Like 2 cops, or fuel diesel
A match box, a few leak holes and a 3 strike inning
I need my linen
You borrowed my clothes
You
who you can trust
Iron crown on one, the jester before
Wearing the bullseye and albatross; self-imposed scorn
It's a fool's errand as insanity burns
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