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Intro/Verse 1: Sixty Second Assassin |
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Yeah... |
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Give it to me now... |
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Uhh! Yeah... |
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Bring it on..nuh |
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(Yeah) Uhh! |
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Neh...yuh! |
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Give it to me uhh! (Give it to me) |
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Make way for the war-path |
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The psychopath on the astro-blast |
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Killin' something off I ?breaka had a bat? |
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The improbable on ya way down scream "Geronimo" |
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From Qu'rans it go my mission imposs-eezible |
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Leavin' lyrics in tha hospit-able |
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?Then it drops 'em? Fuck the bill, tongued, double-edged |
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Slice to kill! ?----------? |
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Chop they heads, ?we pickin' cases at the Feds? |
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On the D/L, what the hell dead ?self-for-delf? |
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Screamin' "Hell" with the angel's death still bodies trail |
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City wants the killas be killas |
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But though, I'm the deaf villain |
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Whose contracts I don't fill-a... |
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Body-bags by the millions |
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But that keeps me illin'? |
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Plus I need a ?---? to cap one off |
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My killa raises ? before the calm--Deadly |
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In arms! Call the Desert Storm and swing a blast of mega-bombs |
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Keep 'em ?sane off the champagne an gat-claps? |
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Man, that's from breakin' through the fatal camp |
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Perimeter, of the angel's death, *nyeh!* |
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That's, the way to leave the lyrics in a total wreck |
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Verse Two: Shabazz the Disciple |
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This is a journey, through the halls of Hell! |
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A journey, that'll burn he, and all, who dwell |
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The wicked, are afflicted, condemned, and convicted |
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Imprisoned, in darkness, where men, are heartless |
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Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers |
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Drag him down, in the tabernacle by his Adam's apple! |
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And suddenly, the angels, of death will hang you! |
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The power, whippings, by matters, of degrees |
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Calcium absorbed, by evil dead babies! |
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You get rabies, from the bat bites |
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Dirty germs, and scabies, from the rat bites! |
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Your skin, decays, as you choke, and gasp |
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With the fumes, that consume, the poison of the asp! |
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As ya body releases solid liquids and gases |
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Thirsty worms suck the fluid--Ya life flashes! |
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You lay down in the dust, body bubblin' with hot pus |
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He lay naked, and unsacred |
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Blasphemed the Sunz of Man but didn't make it...make it... |
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Verse Three: Hell Razah |
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Started off at Jesus' left |
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Nevertheless, death, not restin' in peace, ?sweet leap? |
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Express, across my mental, cut the beef, had it, every week |
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Potential, every day I release bombs, deep like thunder |
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From the bottom, of a well, of an attack of spells since my eyes |
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Opened up in Hell, my mind, think faster |
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And it passes by, but ?one convinced? |
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It makes no sense, cross ya heart, don't hope to die |
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You can climb into the sky, life is only ?high nuclei? in ya mind |
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Lost senator, it takes one to survive |
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There's too many ways different for the world to just stop! |
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?We lost ya common? |
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The doctor said, "Forgot 'cha brain was in ya head" |
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So I hell-raised and said to reality, "Look inside of me" |
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For the battery, the result, is tragedy |
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Through the minds, of my enemies, my horror, is ? |
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The Devil's lies, are chokin' me |
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Hopefully, I'm gettin' to open the minds, that's supposed to be |
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Died, ?------? |
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As it begins I, to spy?, and I recite a homicidal action |
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What's happenin' is now |
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The future brings the answer |
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A crack fiend--the Devil don't wanna dance |
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So I leveled, God bless me! 'Cuz I ain't gonna wait for YOU to do it |
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Your brain must got a hole the way I just ran through it! |
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Interlude: Killah Priest |
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So as, we travel, through, the mists |
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Of the Bible, the renowned, six deadly snakes |
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Look, and they perish, right before us |
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Bring the wicked before me and slay them before my feet... |
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Verse Four: Prodigal Sunn |
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I contain the science, to make an angel bleed through his vision |
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More land and places trapped behind the walls of mental prison |
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The limitation a nation of my creation |
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Mass confusion ?babies rollin' dead in isolation? |
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Inhale the pollution, release the chemicals, my psychological |
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Analogy, burns, a hole through reality |
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Eruptin' mad levels, devils committin' sin |
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But who will ?----------------? will we face then in the fuckin' end?!? |
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Verse Five: Killah Priest |
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I raise pain, seperation to ya whole frame |
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My mic is changed, when I rap and make ya ?framed? |
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A chief chancellor, when I rap I leave no answers |
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I go into the crypts and give a nigga bone cancer |
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When I deliver, I give 'em shivers |
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You wicked souls, meet your creator, the Darth Vader |
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I send that evil ass back to the incubator |
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Fuck with me...ya better off eatin' pork on the grounds of Mecca |
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The Killah Priest! The lethal rap injecta! |
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I'm full of fury, and anger... |
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Which is my slogan...ya pops shoulda BUST you in the Trojan! |
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You wanna battle? Here's ya teethin' ring, and ya fuckin' rattle |
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And ya horsey and ya saddle...and ya fuckin' pacifier |
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I'm gonna baptize you, then BLAST ya ass to FIRE! |
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You better check my rendezvous, before you have me sittin' on a panel |
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On fuckin' Donahue |
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I'm fuckin' sick! |
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You better check my past life...I'm Killah Priest! |
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You better fuckin' ask Christ! |
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And when I'm finished, ya ass'll be a Jehovah Witness |
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Or Richard Simmons, searchin' for a fuckin' fitness |
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I don't give a fuck if you exercise, do you expect to try? |
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You be the next, to die! The Killah Priest! |
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Hear me testify! |
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Outro: Killah Priest |
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The testimony, of the five arch angels |
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The Sixty-Second Assass, the Holy Psychiatrist |
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Hell Razah, Prodigal Sunn, the Killah Priest... |
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And so it is written, the four ran to the four corners of the earth |
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And the fifth ran into the sun, with a book, that read |
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"Your asss is miiiiiine" |
