BOOK OF THE DEAD
dread scott
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Oh, God. I'm bleeding Oh, God. I'm bleeding Oh, God. I'm dead Oh, God. You're dead These amateurs feeding My sleep paralysis demon The grim reaper appealing The grip deepen my evil The pen hit like a needle The Ink seep through the easel The beat drop, it be bop im spike spiegel We quite regal Only chop it with the right people The chalk talking its lethal But y'all jargon is see through These dawg barking they leave you With gnaw marks for no reason I'm Karl Marx to you heathens Allah got me through seasons And y'all wouldn't believe it We all racing to eden That God place like a beacon The raw taste got us teething The heart aching is even My jaw break on the cement The law hate when we breathing They call jakes to appease us I partake in the evening And car take with no keys in They call names on subpoenas So im aiming the heat in The cops face for my freedom Then hop states like im leaving A car chase and im speeding The wrong fate I need healing The crooks robbers and villains Who took stock of the winnings Enough talk of the killings Just go pin it on niggas The gold diggers is different They soul missing on missions The road triggered by missiles That blood money gon hit you Rip skin muscles and tissue They been ducking the issue I don't love you or miss you Especially with the pistol I'm pissed and my patience brittle A fist and a ancient sickle Had to find a way to move the pen That's word to Tommy pickles Writing rhymes the only way i got through peril Where I'm from They boxed us in til the block so narrow And the cops gats b great no F scott Fitzgerald They was at our door with the Lord like christmas carols Shit is frightening I might mike tys em Or write like Dyson A real nigga license I'm right in Between Farrakhan And jihadi john Darker than the ambiance of Malcolm at the Audubon Click clack I be gone All day I'm blacker than Dante On Myrte and broadway They murder in broad day Mysterious, God's ways Ain't waiting for Yahweh I rage Against the machine i had to get it the con way Your soul isn't going anywhere Your body is going anywhere Nothing is happening after that When you're dead you are done. That's it You can forget it What about the resurrection? He says that our people are dead Negroes are dead Walking zombies You're the one that the book is talking about, who is dead Dead to the knowledge of yourself Dead to the knowledge of your own people Dead to the knowledge of your own God Dead to the knowledge of the devil Why, you don't even know who the devil is You think the devil is someone down inside the ground That's gonna burn you after you're dead Why, the devil is right here on top of this Earth And he's giving you hell everyday And you're still too dead to see it
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