Waves wander the sea. Millenium mirrors reflect. Disappearing without a trace. . When time was restrained to descent. The ocean disappeared. and vast deserts.
All kinds of people have all sorts of feelings about dying. Most view it with fear and trepidation, but that's not the way for me, oh no. On a day like no other.
The bitter hand, oh so serene. The background clock, let the soundtrack sing. The remaining days, they ticked so slow. Stop it, rewind, and enjoy the show.
I bring you life, I bring you death.. Moments of happiness, years of awful tortures.. You are a devote slave, chained.. Pain is a true feeling, it is the answer of mistakes you made..
The church is a whore of revelation. Gins and vices rule in it. Church don't spring from Jesus but from malefactors. The pope is the leader of all malevolence..
Sighting the chariots spreading their tales. A storm of fire taking land after land. Evoking a scenery of a joyful death. A skyline swallowed by the inferno?s breath.
Beyond the horrizon. A frightened nightmare begins. The ultimate agony. Dimension of sin. Gateway to Death. Realm of darkness. Empire of chaos. Engulfed madness.
We are the faces that are burned in your eyes. Faces of those you left behind. That none can remember. When everything was better for all. Those days we keep in our hearts.
Until my eyes be closed. spectral shadows cover,. my weary soul.. Long time ago,. my destiny was marked for. degeneration,. my weary soul.. . autumn. .
When icy snow falls cold ground. 2My naked soul flees from me.. And I give my crown to you. These are my farewells. . holy in the name of my spirit. Crying till the end of this feeling.
I'm out to bomb like Vietnam, under the same name Tame One. The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum. I tags up quick and then I steps to the exit.
Who's this with the vocal pitch, I blitz. We be the top choice, moist, voice my script. Significant, different styles on instinct. Make sense, when rockin' rhymes over instruments.
[El Da Sensai]. Artifacts be the best in this MC fest. Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh. Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing.
[El Da Sensai]. I calculate that eighty-five was the year. I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers. Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag.
Beyotch! Bitch! Hoe bitch!. . [Artifacts]. What goes on?. What goes on baby what goes on? (7X). . [El Da Sensai]. What goes on girl, you riff and you riff about.