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In the Presence of Enemies, Pt. 2: Heretic/The Slaughter of the Damned/

Dream Theater

Systematic Chaos

2007

feared has passed
The moment I lost my faith
Promising salvation
My soul is my own now
I do not fight for you, Dark Master

I'll soar
Beyond this earth I want more
My soul will search till it's sore
I'll never stop cus what for
What for
What's more
My spirits light it will

The race is not to the swift,
anozikwam the game full time ginwa no shift
streetunesz si n'egwu a puta n'oga abu hit
chukwu ebuligom my story bu zi

a Weinstein
She give me brain that so good feel like Einstein
I don't play with 'em I be on the sidelines
Don't play by your rules, don't play by your

death coming for you


You left me, didn't give me a son
Come out of nowhere and punish the crime of my passion
A ghost from the past, torture my flesh

on every planet, oh (Oh)
I'm with my boo, ghost riding in her family Phantom (Skrr)
Any enemies we scan we blam em (Bluh-bluh)
Aye, water guns 'cause I don't

Abaddon

Boondox

Abaddon

2014

And quicker than liquor my venom enters your bloodstream
Runnin' your mouth into thinking that you can handle this
Have you surrounded by velvet blew out just

2001, five years after birth
I saw a man drop dead
In the dirt. No hearse
Summertime but still a cold world
Hood rats and platted naps, my whole

think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)

Come with me
Run quick see, what do

love beats like this ‘cause
They just talk to my soul
Funny how all them niggas opps ‘cause
I grew up in Riggs Road
Forgiving ain't forgetting
That's not

not a game
He getting beat by the whole city but he still on live screaming gang
Juvie you know that shii a shame
These n***** doing anything for

Bitter

Cypress Hill

Stoned Raiders

2001

filled up bodies like hands from my physical
I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule
Frustration

been a fucking rat

Word play so deadly, ion even gotta throw shots
If my next nigga too friendly, ima pull em down by his locs
Ion brag a lot but this

fuckin' tongue
I'ma kill this fuckin' bum
I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun
Have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a 9 in my hand

Ghost their own Sons for their Spirit is instilled in these distilled spirits
They have sold their souls for the sicker we grow
The richer they grow
I

hardened
He said This House I Shall Live
So right there my sins have been pardoned
It's mercy
Because we're sinners saved by grace
If not, smell it like

Beware of the Stare

Ghostface Killah

Twelve Reasons to Die [The Brown Tape]

2013

and sons, I wanna murder their daughters
Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes
Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive
Ghostface Killah, let's

already some of the radio stations
Some of the radio stations
Already told me that they not going to play it
No. they told me in my face, that no 
We not

of Aladdin
A ghost rider had the face of Shalladdin
I saw blood-drops falling from the sky
A voice said
[You gone suffer before you die]
I felt how my soul

of Aladdin
A ghost rider had the face of Shalladdin
I saw blood-drops falling from the sky
A voice said
[You gone suffer before you die]
I felt how my soul

to a ghost
I know my self
Fucked up by my mental health
Honest I don't need no help
Honestly I'm Michael Phelps
Too many niggas in jail
Jugging to get them

seven o
Son I am not dumb roll down the window let it blow oh
Bitch will not play no role got me on both sides
Roll the dank smoke and deny fight

cold
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Never knew your boy
Get clapped on the humble
Momma cried
When she heard bout her son
Now just a ghost

goin' crazy)
Wishin' I get us all out the ghetto
These rap niggas can't see me though they my sons, yeah, I'm a deadbeat
Play little things, 'til Scuba