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Blinded by crime
Our enemy sleeps tonight
Sends rain full of spies
Hand filled with masks in disguise
Lets discuss this
They love the way we rush hits
Cool like bliss
Holy like water
Their eyes sell them out
We sons for life the ones u heard about
You can’t kid me
Can’t sell me stories to trick me
You can’t see that we see clearly
Oh don’t bother to get near me
We human kind
But this trip ain’t kind
But this trip aint kind nor sweet
It’s bitter and deep
like sour nights that won’t let you go to sleep
dark as shadows from the skies long awaited prophecies never did sleep,it’s for ever on the creep
like an arrow set free
from day birth till reachesday done
were it hits the aim son
watch your mouth along with your words ,be aware of danger
don’t arouse the anger
im satisfied by the greed of this stranger putting him self in the wa of m anger
fire birds from the sky to let the day turn stranger than strange
lets not try to change what is unchangeable ,this would be a poisonous supplement
name tags attached to faith packs as they pray for their own judgment
make ‘em pray
for they judgment day
lawful way,to them awful day
pay per day ,or pay per week
get them close together u got paper n sheets
words to make the brother strong n the bad weak
make they plan leak
we all go , but our seeds grow to reach peak
which way you heading?
Don’t know?
It ain’t hard to see past dark
Enter the light
In flight mode ready to explode to touch on a plate
Engage in war tactics as big as the empire state
Blow up like the world trade
We holy made
On my knees praying for my sins are by far a mistake
Learn to live
Live to die
I never let go rather than cry
I rather cry like a man but smile like a cowered
I Die if I lie , who said truth is like sour ,truth is all the power
No time to remember lost hopes
In this new phase we ain’t seeing through clearly , we need a robe
Every body dropping fast
I told you boy don’t get near me , im sure to be the last
To walk out un touched by the demons rath
Are you a friend or foe?
Oh you don’t know
Either way the door is closed
No way for entrance
This is how we handle our bizness
As a matter of fact what is it your bizness?
Line to line word attachment
Look at the sons and you can’t grab it
You can’t have it
Compared to this, you’re a have not
How can I smile and be romantic?
This is war times ain’t no way I’m going to turn to act like we living fantastic
This world is drastic
Rapped in cute plastic
We blast back till we meet casquets
Blasted murdered to death
Blood bath coming n it’s blood that we shed
Feel the rath as we breath in it ,to lay in the real men bed
Believe in holy words like believe in infinite
7 skies but they ain’t the limit
Looking at the sun don’t pay ,we only bask in it
Like glass house to raise out trees to live it
Words are dear near but far from laughter
Not after funny nor money
Not after a filled tummy
We after fulfillment
Enter the dark of light
Enter the dawn of our savior
Our enemies got venom in their camp
But we got wicked behavior
They soft like paper stamp
The Islamic nation is major
Act on what you seek
Don’t ask how we won and what got you tasting defeat
Go against the holy high
Taste no forgiveness nor merci
Merci is for our weak
Hell is for you as we speak
Rather hear my last heart beats than see me grow
I rather see you cry than see me glow
See you crumble like cookies out of flow
Which way you go?
We all over mission
All over the map of hard tripping
Raised by the true
Brought up counting clues
I counts no sheep before I sleep
I let u count your last ones left before turning their lights out
Lights on now lights off
Far from soft this is hardcore
Like hard door
No way to sleep no way to lay down my weapon
I keep on stepping till I go missing
This the ways of the strange
Were nothing stays the same
And all the similar faces will come with new game
Enter the days of the strange
Were we count days
And they count ways
They countless system is bound to fall
Their aim for destruction says it all
How do we follow?
We don’t
When they mentioned death
Now death larks
If you mention hurts
Pain larks
It’s like you are bound to your word like lines bound to paper
And dirt bond to earth
Grapes on the new trees are sour
Plus in this life never follow the man with the mad power
He is along side with his power giver a criminal heartless dead liver
They from inside shiver
When they meet they last breath coming out they own breath giver
Call it the lungs
I call it expantion
Relax now lets go mention GOD in our secret mansion
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