Moving forward, driven by speed. This instrument is made by hardened steel. Its goal is to crush with a fiendish power. Remorse is a term abolished for ages.
not so long ago, on a cold december day. you let my father die in solitude and pain. once he was your son, and baptised in your name. if this is now you treat him, then violence is my way.
I hear the cold wind calling when the night comes down. I reach for the light beyond the night. I close my eyes to the lonley world. Now there is something waiting there.
You sense the thunder and chaos subside. Standind proud among all of their lies. Never to burn your eyes again and. Listen to their hollow words. And forever question what awaits you there.
Te voy a contar. Un corrido de verdad. De un gey normal. Trabajador postal. Viva en la vecindad. Junto con su mam. Nunca hecho maldad. Pero sin vida social..
regresando encabronado. Entrando con la muerte a mi lado. Te hall ah sentado. Con tus amigos bien comprados. . Parate cabrn y pronto ponte listo. Tu hora ya lleg, rzale a Cristo.
Chota! Sucia!. . Fu el ms chingn de todos. Oficial de los ms cargados. Pagado por el Estado. Trabajando los dos lados. Para el precio ms alto. . Pinche chota sucia.
Entren los que se atreven. Prueben sabor diferente. Cortes de carne humana. Fresca cada fin de semana. . Carnicero. . Res, res, res de un gero. Res, res, res de un negro.
I used to take a second for a pray. I used to sleep on a freezing bed of stone.. Chages twist your life. Changes twist your mind.. . Time has come again.
What are these actions of mine?. What are the words of my tongue?. What are these thoughts of my mind?. What have I become?. . His kingdom doesn't reach these heights.
To the beat y'all. *rat-a-tat drumming sound*. . [all] Make it funky (4X). [Red] My nigga Tame [all] makes it funky. [Red] My nigga El [all] makes it funky.
When we were younger. Running to the field. Looking up on the sky. Wondering what we could be?. . Behold to me and say hello. Every moment the weâve been through.
And ya don't stop! (3X). "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon. And ya don't stop!. "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon.
Intro/Chorus:. . C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X). . Verse One: El Da Sensai. . C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound. Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound.
Verse One: Tame One. . I transmit the fatness over wackness. with my Campbell blunts and matches. Other rappers try to catch this. but I roast em up for practice.
Don't need the man to tell me where I've been. Never needed maps to find my way. Give me the reason...When'd it all begin?. We reached the limit in one day.
I am the one, the fallen bastard son. I'll step inside you, I feel your lips. And seize your flesh. To penetrate the wound. . And your screams shall be dreams.
As the skin melts off. You want it even more. The link between the madness (repeat after 4:30). In the crystal. Electricity shocking nerves. Hallucinations begin.
Walking in the dark. A new journey, you must embark. Crush your obstacles distractions to the ground. you are profound, future that is renowned. Realities to face.
No reason, for the lust, twist into a chaos trap. Tell me you must, violent thoughts, overlap. Arsenal, of hell, confusion overrides. From paradise we fell, the enemy hides.