Lirieke:
Living Sacrifice Hand Of The Dead

OF ME HAND OF THE DEAD LAID IN STONE, SHAPE SHIFT TO CONCIEVE DROWNING IS EVIDENCE THAT FADING IS SLOWLY TAKING ROOT CAN'T FEEL FOR THE WOUND INSIDE HAND

life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga

, dem boys would put two in me We live in the land of the free, hustlers and thieves I made money, now I got uncle Sam hustling me For a quarter of what I make Hand

Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost

, do you not remember that you You, yourself aren't even worthy You guys break unleavened bread on, on the Sabbath And you kill the sacrifice, you clean the sacrifice

Would you die for me ? If I say please ? Would you sacrifice ? Would you call my name ? There's no other way out to live with it I will knock on you door

about ready for some treacherous thing Hand grenade on the plane looks another dunblane Mass murderin', brains on the floor You're dead 'cause I said you shouldn't live

? What respect did you have As you sent those bodies to their communal grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all, That once living

of temples falling visions of certain death hand lift it from the pocket the prophet falls to red the sacrifice is offered to his jackal-head (