Lyrics:
the microphone is in my clutch
I get props, I get stopped by the cops
That's how it is hops, when my tape's in a box
I've been through crews like a ho
And took em
CREMATORY
MEDIA CLASHING WITH THE OPINION
GROUND FOR THE SECRET ENEMY
CROSSFIRE AMONG THE PEOPLE
TYRANNY RUSTED BY THE SCORN
KEEPING BREATH OF THE ANCIENT
I awake to find myself being bound to a stake
Today a judgement's made
The wrath's scorn has my fate displaced
To endure this pain
I mustn't confess
Run until you cant feel anymore
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
The earthen mother's whispers turn to scorn
One
By one
Have
scream in the night
Eyes burn with hidden fire
Lost in this endless fight
I won't forgive your lies
Under moonlight I rise
Feel the scorn in my veins
You
Radioactivity, unstable elements
Human rottenness
[solo: biodegradable incineration]
Scorn
Consumes your sanity
When there is no disease, there is nothing
and angels into ash
No fear no remorse
Bells will ring for battle
Bells will ring for war
Casualties and scorn
Out of this pit we ride the horse again
Bells
Only an angel
Can turn against God
Playing with shadows
Disturbed by a bleak thought
What to seek?
When the vision is blind
A helpless shadow
Bearing
The time is near
You are not here
Blinded eyes
Blame the skies
Lying world
Full of scorn
Will be devoured
By its void
Black horsemen of Apocalypse
Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
I'm just trying to do the best I can.
If you don't approve that's just too bad.
I'll get by somehow,
While you watch from your ivory tower.
See,
of them
What the daylight scorns
The night embraces
And I go looking for what I
Want in the wrong places
Unfathomable
It seems that all I really
then can forget the colors I constantly wither to a comatose grey.
Where scorn and sorrow can be fetishized and reluctance gluttonized.
Assaulted
up the hill to the top
Giving it all that we got
As we proceed to wreck shop
And it's the same shit, ain't shit changed since 94'
You see
Bitch it's 94
Yeah
Bitch im bout to ball like pick and roll
What's your name, where you from, Trap 94
What's your name, what's your name, Trap 94
My visitor, With seeming difference, Withholds her visitations until dark. She scorns a gift for mattresses and gowns
To make a racking bed inside
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
the endless scorn.
The death trace is not easy to hide.
Murder, closer to my trial.
I need to end is take it out of my mind, but I’m still alive.
Burned by
trampling down creation Unable to accept their unimportance insignificance Their insignificance Prospecting vindication for existing misery Scorn this
The days blow by in agile moments of clarity
and blind despair.
With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile
come through here and there.
You
mate
Sparrow in the treetop, sparrow in the treetop
Scared of goin' home because it's too darn late
Don't look at me, sweetheart, with scorn in your
Icyomorthos
Icyomorthos
Tyrannical by nature
A hellish swarm abandoned by our god
A volcano built to scorn the earth
Bring insectile horror
to wife and maid
By Barrow, Suir, and Nore,
But never met a maiden yet
Like Brighidin Ban Mo Store.
My girl hath ringlets rich and rare,
By Nature's
by the vow
Of death's embrace
Inescapable dream
Forever bound to this scourge
Betrothed to the abyss
His scorn flourishes
In nothingness
Accursed
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