| The Executioner's Dream | ||||
| [Jus Allah] I'm leaf-twisted, but still kill your whole belief system I speak wisdom, translated to street diction A past victim of the governmental grapple Now I slash you, I'm the slave with snapped shackles After cash rules, a-alikes move with me We murdered the fakes involved in the three-sixty Eighty-five face the truth, you're too dumb You burn at failed attempts reachin the sun I grab you and squeeze until your pores bleed Manipulate the earth that you formerly believed Even after you're buried underneath the soil Send a message to hell, nobody grieved for you Your physical mass is converted into ash Allah's wrath is engraphed on your epitaph Spend eternity wit the underground forces Your screams echo in deaf ears of the remorseless [Chorus x2] You don't even wanna test Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless [Vinnie Paz] The raw mangler, seven angles of Angular Strangle the pagans who stayed in the pages of Diameter Rhyme shatterer, with nine rhymes I'm hackin you The author will scorch ya with the tortures of Joseph Mangler Sended you to the squared circle to meet me To beat me won't be easy, you'll face thesis of Nietzche Blood'll apease me, raps are prehistorical Cerebral of cathedral that leads you into the oracle I'm horrible, I burn with no time to react Rewind DAT's so fine I pull spines out the back In time I crack minds that's what the brain desire Messiah pulls as Mariah into the rain of fire Barbed wire around pagans that read the Bible Genocidal and liable to just cleave your spinal Final hours, the forbidden fruit they fond as Iris Study rappers, bringin wackness like Kaballah scholars First in line to try to battle me, I left him limbless Tragic rappers just a fallacy, I left em skinless Beginners, keep your distance because we might be vicious You can find me with Louis Logic drinkin pints of Guiness [Chorus] You don't even wanna test Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless [J-Treds] Aiyyo when I rhyme Fortunately I possess a Jedi Mind So the force is with me (When I rhyme) Son it makes me spit a fresh one So when Treds is done, even an atheist will say I blessed him And when my jam bang, better cop that F*ck all these players who can't hang, get a Cuz we drop bombs, better be scared Cuz it's either hop on or be prepared for us to lock horns We engage, when the pen sprays we wage war And then you know what they say, when it rains it pours So face us, cuz you can't change the laws of nature We independent, it's competition calling us major We major threats who deliver, so place your bets We'll bring it minus the Moet, Rollies, and Avirex We just spit sh*t too amazing, just sh*t That when you face it you'll see it's a must-win situation Ain't no second chance (anyway), not next to the champs Because it's our freestyle that's gettin grants from the NEA We well in doubt versus these rappers we tell about (Cuz us and them) Difference between takin a L and a bow [Chorus x2] |
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