Lyrics:
They got me plannin' my own funeral
(Cassius waitin' in the wings)
Who are we working for
Another voyeuristic officer
He doesn't even understand the war
look away
This is to even the score
This ain't just Newsies no more
This ain't just kids for some pie in the sky
This is do it or die
This is WAR!
Once
(Sharia) law
They teach them that suicide bombs can bring peace out of war
Israel hates Hamas and Hamas hates Isis.. and the
Jews blame the Christians for
demons for me
Now they're under attack
By the demons they try send
Mi a demon slayer
I need a house
I'm tired of these flats
In the hood
All I see is
of our wise lord
So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
The fury of my war
The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
The scream for the eternal
of Ivan Drago
Crush the imperial, skills unequivocal
I really only wanna supporter at my funeral
Of the movement I build and I fight for
Strive for
tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news
Of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk
cnd I don't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
friend Charise
She mad bad from Baghdad
Carry lotta money in Glad bag
She doin' runs for Willie Gum
Used to think that bitch was slick
But found out
you, my friend
With no hesitation
Can we turn towards each other?
And wage war on the weapon
Wage war on the weapon
Take a deep breath
Say hello
the Devil's lair
I wager she got betrayed
By her friend Despair
Now the flames from Satan's tongue are charged
And licking at her heels
She whispers Hey Ginger,
In the desert of unknown tales
Gold temples of war disgrace
From the secret vault of Holy Power
Magnified field blasting tower
Psychotronic
I guess you really left us here
Wars breaking out
Over stupid debates
About which god right
And Who’s god ain’t
They turning a profit
Outta holy
Striving in cold
Fighting for gold
Be wise, my friend
As Nephilims arise
Kissed by the old serpent tongue
They speak with ancient prose
Of the great
pussy nigga get ready for your funeral
What you a chat bout BOY you dont want no war.
Keep on talking you gun get just what ya askin fo
I friend them I
In the desert of unknown tales
Gold temples of war disgrace
From the secret vault of Holy Power
Magnified field blasting tower
Psychotronic
I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask
Knowing no war is right
I know I'm hurting by the things that I do
Oh Lord, I wait for you
Wait for you
All the planets out in orbit
Feels like they're
pieces from the past
Shape the species over time
Moralities collapse
Millennia of holy wars
Suppress the meek and mild
Profits of the corporate whores
Who
enslaved by the flesh
To trespass against God's holy law
And tonight I come for you
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their recking
the holy grail?
It's not enough that we succeed
We still need others to fail
Fear, fear drives the mills of modern man
Fear keeps us all in line
Fear
Switch blade dance,
And your friend goes down.
I'm gonna hit you once and you'll kiss the ground.
It's a sweet romance,
No good and clown,
Boy
I
I'll hate you Monday morning
By Friday evening
We'll be friends
I should have wept for refugees living in
Foreign lands
Far away from home
Within our might, towards a holy war
one for one, we tear the night
Within our sight, we carve the gods
In nocturnal heresy we align and dwell
taking a life
For that cheese nigga
Ring the alarm
Nigga go ring the alarm
Pull up in a hearse
Booking bodies in the morgue
Killing them all
Your niggas
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