Lyrics:
"Africa shares with Asia a common background of colonialism, of exploitation, of discrimination, of oppression. At Bandung, African and Asian States
of convenience. The convenience of the dominant species.
Capture. Domesticate. Exterminate.
Alongside the exploitation of animals for laboratory experimentation,
Blessed be your marble casings,
From divine angelic seraphs to necro-gargoyles.
You possess the power of the divine representation.
Cathedral Master
bodies unidentified
Like aliens tailed by the feds try and
Run and hide my alias
I paid dues and debts but
Ya'll don't have none do it for ends
Do it
We are all controlled by reinforcement or rules
Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system
Where achievement is based on deceit
gettin' blown by PJ Sparks at Key West
I need breast like Sahara needs a HIV test
I'll hit that pussy up with a nasty attack
Get on your knees like your
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko (Hey)
Where you been, Socko?
(I've been where I
gettin' blown by PJ Sparks at Key West
I need breast like Sahara needs a HIV test
I'll hit that pussy up with a nasty attack
Get on your knees like your
never end
My black magic creates tragic fates like back fractures upon magistrates
that disagreed with what Necro advocates
If you know thugs for 4
For death rap shit
Word up
Bump this
Some evil shit
Check it
Fuckin faggot
[Necro]
It starts with your intestines and germs
Next you're
life, you'll be lonely
And I know some of you are sayin' "Necro ain't all that"
But yo, men don't even have to look good as long as they rap
overdose
Unsterilized syringe quickly inhects
As uncut chemicals flow and infect
My habitual tendencies put me farther in my grave
Enslaved by
nigga with fancy clothes
You'll get attacked by a mental case and strangers covered with pantyhose
I'm blasting anyone that has a found, get messed up
deep amongst the deadest of the dead
A tombstone is the sole mute witness
To necro-atrocities as I endeavor to split this
Corpse in half, stricken by my
[Ill Bill]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
Game, Pop-Pop � three in ya brain
[Necro]
I get impatient like a long bid - get so vexed I hit the wrong kid
Shit gets awkward, like I'm
she needed a new plan
She had me up on three felonies
Caused by a severe case of jealousies
And to feed her desire for injustice
An appetite for
by myself
Nobody stands behind me, I wanna defend myself.
If it´s the judgement day and no time is left
I speak undeniable truth till the hour
We're livin' in
Modern slavery
Can't see the shackles that
Are hangin' on our feet
We're livin' in
Modern slavery
By digitizing
Our reality
We're
declared
No economical exploitation
No political domination
Everybody come go with me
Take me by my hand all
(Come go with me)
Gotta get ready
destructive habitation
Killing a live biological invasion
Consuming it by ruthless exploitation
Can you see the fire in their eyes?
Can you hear
earth where all of it's people are downtrodden.
Downtrodden by all those who
stand to prosper from exploitation.
Downtrodden by those whose slime
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