Wake the devil Hymns of failure With forgotten names Born with a mark In the forehead No saviours no saints To take the whip away The time has come To
Wake the devil Hymns of failure With forgotten names Born with a mark In the forehead No saviours no saints To take the whip away The time has come
: Wake the devil Hymns of failure With forgotten names Born with a mark In the forehead No saviours no saints To take the whip away The time has come
July There was not a cloud to speak of So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn
[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] I don't want the horns, blowing.. I don't want the streets to play a melody... (yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop The
[Black Thought] Uhh.. the molecular mass of that rhythmic ass grass is organic hip-hop jazz that you are all about to witness Groovy units check it owwwwt
and I said okay So we stepped out side and sat on the curb and had a little cigarette And when the cars started honking their horns at us But those horns
Our steps so silent And we go and we go And we go and we go Our blooded trace The jester race Calling out to the gathered masses Their answers silent
moon, to his left and his right impaled christian heads, and he asketh the wise elder ones how to slay god's lambs in masses. At the same hour in the
the block performed Soon cocky's norm Rappers and cocky form Went together like college and sloppy dorms But the flows were butter like poppin' corn And the shows would get you hyped like Rocky horns
your pores bleed Manipulate the earth that you formerly believed Even after you're buried underneath the soil Send a message to hell, nobody grieve for you Your physical mass
tree like you was Judas Violent Buddhist The Higher Arc decaton Revelations of the Megatron I form Voltron; With elements of Tai Chi Doing battle with seven heads and ten horns
've got the jazz We've got the jazz Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the mass
jazz We got the jazz Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the mass
in trouble, whenever you're in need, Combat Chuck will help you, he nearly runs with speed. he's on the ball to save the masses, got some thick old horn
trouble, whenever you're in need, Combat Chuck will help you, he nearly runs with speed. He's on the ball to same the masses, Got some thick old horned
of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates, seeking opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion... Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned
This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of creation Mass plantation With the Kottonmouth Kings burnin' up the nation Don't watch your back cause