From the depths of the nothing my will is manifested
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Raise up from the dust, homeboy you’re getting tested
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In this final wager, man!!! |
I’m on some next shit
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Order from chaos, I’m getting this perfected
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The dragon, is getting stronger in the belly of the mother
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Hope you’re a fast runner!
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There’s always somewhere to run nowhere to hide
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From the dark side, unless you can fly
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But even then go high enough and you’ll die
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You need divine assistance, the vision in your eye
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Most of us wear the blindfold of ignorance, why?!
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Is it the laughable matter?
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Follow like sheep so nobody laughs at ya
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Except for the devil, the evil plan hatcher
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Crazy like the man in the mirror
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A reflection of me, now I’m seeing things clearer
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Go against the grain or walk into the jaws of hell
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Peace to the George Orwell (yeahhh! yeahhh!)
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Silver chaos pendant
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I’m dropping ill spells in the physical dimension
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Over my tantric altar I spit the ill verse
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Close my eyes, see the ill scene like Steven Spielberg
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I’m walking, you’re wondering where I’m heading?
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To the hills of the armageddon!
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Let us pray for the souls of the unborn
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Roadkill in the headlights of the juggernaut
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Blood pumps fast with the force of the metaphor
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Burst forth from the chest, birth of the xenomorph
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I’m the shadow that emerged from the cellar door
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Planets in my palm get crushed like a pepper corn
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Watch how I meteors
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Teleportation my method of transport
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At the epicenter of the sandstorm
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Many men perish in the belly of the rancourt
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Though they ran for the cover of the trees
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They were already marked with the number of the beast
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Scheduled for extermination
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The murderer’s blade is the fertisilation
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Of Satan’s egg, rebirth of the godhead
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Life on the planet no more than a cot death
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See how the milk turns blood red
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The undead scattter in the light of the sunset
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Protect the innocent, brave the police state
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Blade in the back, the betrayal of a team mate
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Just a sacrificial offering
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Throw away toys for the dark lord’s offspring
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And I’m locked in the prison of this conflict
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Trampled to death in the middle of the mosh pit
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And I’m not the door man, I’m the locksmith
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Follow me, fourth horseman of the apocalypse |