show, I teach, I run these streets My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet My heart, my soul, my candy, my
walk slap niggas before i could hardly talk. Now i gottem'on they knees screamin' That's what the fuck i thought No matter how i part the braids Hear
They say the odds against me are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle I was left to die by the doctors in the
[Ballad of ancient realms] Excrescences of hate are weaving With roots of spite and evil. Coursing mass of matter Lento changing color and shape.
of what's in your mind if I were blind I think I would find it just doesn't matter the world is ripped apart by the fools some of us have no heart hate
the deliverance of the Death I remember her Godly shape, she was so pretty, so magnificent, faraway from the human limits... but now... I don't know... I hear
stone freak in the sheets Caramel color, letter under six feet Stand tall like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle Smile, will make the hardest thug heart
Stead I'm here my son like Godzilla When I come, damage here when I'm done Heart beating from the drum, hammers hear on you some Huh, motherf-cking bum
you pussies just bumping, y'all ain't tal'n bout nothing I got the F in cock, and the bitch ain't on safety For you haters that hate me, go on 'head
Why can't you see beyond my skin Size, my shape, my ass, my tits I am not your pretty face I'm just a girl, the girl you love to hate Watch me bleed
sweet end up so tragic? Resurrect me from this abyss In death, every body function fails to exist False commitments, tongues twisted with religion A heart shaped
thy birth is night. Hear my cries!!! Cold-ardent shine of thine, thou shall inflame the pyre in me to burn all feelings of the heart and to render
be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape
[Music: O-P TA¶rrA¶, Lyrics: O-P TA¶rrA¶] A broken voice from the broken dreams My heart is drowning in loveblood I can't forget your leaving shape
you come down to it, ain't about the loot Gotta take you down through it when I'm in the mood Gotta face them fame, hate that change Rearrange and break
back again analytical still working out twice a day like it's critical still mix a lot keep it spiritual Mic still hot still lyrical and you niggaz hate
I'm your crown of thorns I've seen the blood of generations The ravenous mouth called system We're all shaped by vulgar hands The grip of hate and lies
the mountains of madness Crossing the river Acheron Lies the crimson battlefield Where Father and son will cross their blades On a flaming bat-shaped