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to the max
We're coming in heavy and coming in fast
Hard hits leaving you in pain
Radio waves controlling your brain
We make music that drives men insane
Bad

A haunting fret creeps in on another dark and dreary morning by the North Sea wall
The wind carries in a ships horn across the estuary that sounds

Of monsters
And men, united as one
As the living mortals thrive together with apostles in Falconio, coexist in balance, living By their side
O, blessed king

gets you eaten by your brother
This isn’t the world we know on the compass
I find the bones and flesh rotting in the compost
These are corporate monsters

There's a demon in my head 
Hair and knick-knacks painted red 
Tireless thoughts and evil men 
March and clot my oxygen 

Tell me more lies feed my

From the monster in the deep
To the man in the sky
And the angels by his side

All the people looking down
With their frowns and furrowed brows

there's confusion in the ring
And the town is flooded with false heroes again
In the shady pens, the monsters of men
Begin the torture before the killing

stab the monsters for me
They like it when you're trying to escape, run faster as you ever run
You don't like it there, but you know they do, just keep

Log in and let your head spin
Scroll trolls and hold your tongue
Don't be dumb; it's already begun
And in this sad land
Some men are less-than

ahold of her and tore her limb from limb
And the peace she knew was charred away by the deeds of evil men
Now she lives tween worlds like the rest of us

I come from a place where militants
Deal with Gun Boats
Don't pose, unecassarily when you Come close
Boys dey vex, men dey Para, if e no clear you

three shots 
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set

Hey!

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

three shots 
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set

by turn
When your time come, my brother, no go gone
When your thing come, my brother, no go rush
Just ease your mind
 
Mi jaiye mi jeje, mi jeje,

of men
Deceived by monsters
Shaped by desire
Hell will come
For all someday
Just keep pushing
Into oblivion
Into oblivion
I won't let
This world turn me

Dashed upon the rocks
The hands of gods control the locks
Of men in cages bought
By Olympus and their lot
Sword and shield alike
A test of will

This human race must've been fixed

Man is a myth
Written by men
Man is a monster
Under your bed
Man is a germ
Festered since birth
Man is

didn’t come this far to start to look down 
Keep moving on , this life na turn by turn

Keeping one eye open , like baba fryo 
I no be one of those men ,

shrine, submerged in decay.
Lays the carcass of their savior, of a worthless crusade.
And In the end, all mortal men die by the hands of the beast

mens gon' turn you into ashes
No capping at this gun clapping my men's immaculate
Street slang passionate, ya' niqqas know what's happening
I'm

Portrait of a mass homicide
Agony! Anguish! Nothing to feed
Old men, children dying by the breed

Under the wings of the empire
Wings of the empire
Under

put you in hearses can’t bring your kids back
Women and men how you contest
That it’s fair for a white person to walk round normal
Feeling threatened by

This life is so consistently inconsistent
A constant ebb and flow of up's and down's
The best laid plans of mice and men or whatever
Every time that

I heard he dabbled into witchcraft, I heard occult
Oh, they're pretty much the same
I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves
That's ridiculous