Lyrics:
Get the fire as the flame it burns
Get the wind as it slowly turns
Get the earth as it circles by
Get the sky sea creation fly
This point
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the s*** up in your stereo
seeming like an old vet
Time will pass me by if I don't graduate this time so I expand my mind
Find ways, to elevate it, motivate it, calculate it,
to the master, that's how we both are livin'
So who will stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
This one the DJ calls
Lick the balls
G Vance Wright, go Rick
He is close now
Soon he will be among us leading, violence, ruin, divinity, homicide
Kneeling in the blood, we see our master watching
Look behind
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark
Close to the edge, down by the river
Down
as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why
as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why
a mac demon
Hit you up, leave your whole face screamin'
What you in for kid - bustin nuts?
Cats heard of me in street stories told inside this trap
Who
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning, look how late it gets,
Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light,
Too much in love
pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday, mister, I'm gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway,
the driveway and the bottles in the hall
Well I don't know where they came from
It must be burglars in the neighborhood
I sure hope they catch those bums
I
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen
Durin's son
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out father oh, stand by
to fall
And I don't want to live in this haunted house anymore
I don't want to live in this haunted house anymore
There's a painting on the wall
I
[Chorus]
Flipmode the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in
his spite
A presence from the dead
Abandoned by the light
His shadow will consume you from within
This power that I sense
Been raged behind those
I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down
A two-lane highway winding past a desert town
A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand
down at Liberty Hall
Just one kiss from you my brother
And we'll ride until we fall
We'll sleep in the fields
We'll sleep by the rivers and in
the masters
Money for the masters
Money for the bastards
In by eight and out by five
No one here gets out alive
In through the front door and leave out
to electronic hacks
The playbook's thick with tricks no facts
Count every vote but count 'em right
Or are we just actors in this endless fight?
Puppet master's
Much to my dismay
When I wake up in the morning
No one by my side
Nowhere left to hide
I thought, music was enough
I could fill the empty
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
the silent waters by
With bright knives He releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He
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