sudden reprieve And thus in the woman a life was conceived From the beginning the world was misled As a baby was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening
am running Wake the dead, the second coming Darkest beast of thunder I've come to kill again Greet the terror master Born to never end In the black
if I'm still alive then I'll be smoking then I'll be in my wheelchair, with my adult diapers on And my twenty-five year old non-smoking born again Christian
, killarm's born man" "you feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me" "get out of my head" *gun shot* "...born man
Mind of the tormented, twisted arcane Born from the black bowels of hate Psychotic cringe, from any light of good The sight of blood is only understood
this through to you My ninety-eight's boomin' with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Comin' from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the Black
the braille For the blind who can't see us, like Black Jesus Seizers, try to seize us, we spot them like cheaters And turn them into believers Yo, I was born
forever gone Soon a new world will be born rising from the Sea Where Asagods again shall reign and humans will be free He rides once more upon the black
just like sticks They trade old licks with a beat up six I just smile and catch the groove Gothic girls all dress in black Serious as heart attacks
arid soil, waited with a disciplined patience born of never having met defeat in pitched battle or siege, the dreaded Imperial War-Leopards straining noisily against
me the Ninth Crystal of Power, That I may at last be free once more... Come then, mortal! Test that cursed blade of black steel against me if you dare
for the black gas Cowboy number one, a born again poor mans son, poor mans son On the air America, I modelled shirts by Van Huesen, working for the black
, 1 If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done [ROUND 1: Divine Styler] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients Black on black
A child was born in the East one day Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry
(feat. G. Dep, Black Rob) {Black Rob - almost mumbling} Attack like a Rottweiler But worse den a Rottweiler Cause da Rottweiler soft {G-Dep} Really,
my past, taught me sin When we spoke at last he caught me in the chin There was no need to ask, I know he fought me to win My broken task is born again
still multiplied by eleven The silence's a set back make em regret that One way to get back is violence and wet cats But hold your head black or I'll never rap again
98's boomin' with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Comin' from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the black