Lyrics:
should burn in hell with him
But You went to him
And put and end to this
It is finished
Free from death and free from him
Now Jesus wins and we with Him
The canva's alive
fed from your own fears
I feel the worms inside, inside of me
Above
The rotting blood, he gazes me
Attracted by my own death
And attracted by
the whole spot stop, been hittn' the ball next
Me and Darren ridin' side by side
Nate and Snoop ridin' one in front from behind
To my young homeboy, who
the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Yo
I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars, death glorifiers
the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Yo
I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars, death glorifiers
Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.
For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played
by a flute,
Captured by the priest of evil
Deep inside the hive
Hellish dungeon filled with undead
Their rotting claws reaching for my legs
I hang above
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother, in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
Spitting death.
Laid to rest.
Spitting death.
From the heavens comes the sound of a thousand wings / Gripped by claws forged by fear, I beseech the depths
on from the bottom to the
top I'm obsessed again turning you into
signs and objects to place and twiddle
above my head like a hanging mobile happy
again
You'll find that death may die
Nothing else between us, but the sea
(I know you're leagues above me)
I'll bring you down into the deep
(Show you
("Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
canvas I just hope you understand that I wanted to reach the masses
And look what's happens
You have to fall to rise a king again
Death by suicide until
Or a schooling from the Legends in the art of hip life?
Cut the politics of shame, earn the stripes of the name
Is your Rhyming brain worthy of acclaim?
So you
the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death
like those machines
You know those flying robots who are taking pictures and videos from above
You mean like helicopters guided by cell phones
Yeah I
pulling strings from high above
Degenerate Preachers,
Profaned Deceivers!
Another broken promise by the devil in disguise
Confess Your Sins...
Great cities by the sea
The awesome sea, you figure
Is here 'til the very last
Or so it seems until you read of
Oceans from the past
Lover, lover touch
and love you back
Free to believe and trust in love
Losing my breath when you're around
You are my angel from above
Free to be loved and love you back
Free
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines
can't stand to fight
No one comes unto the Father but by the hand of Christ
Jesus is the Word God spoke from His chest
Existed since the beginning, then
soar above and hail down a sea of flames engulfing all within my sight
Fly throughout the sky and conflagrate the earth as I am fire and I am death
be opposed
To scientific breakthroughs
Don't be the real source
Of real fake news
Don't peddle hatred
By raising false alarms
Don't rip the children
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