that. I know it?s not what you expected, but I will perfect it. Just lay your time on the ground, Seek simplicity, and find your way back home. Carry on, Carry on
mean you're alive. Don't worry bout me, and who I fire I get what I desire, it's my empire And yes I call the shots, I am the umpire I sprinkle holy
mean you're alive, Don't worry bout me and who I fire I get what I desire it's my empire And yes I call the shots I am the umpire I sprinkle holy water
who I fire I get what I desire, it's my empire And yes I call the shots, I am the umpire I sprinkle holy water upon the vampire In this very moment I
on the tracks I hear the train On my way To where I won?t look back I heard you say With
And for twenty four years I carried it on my back I've always shined brighter When I'm under attack I might be down for a moment But I always come back
I fire I get what I desire It's my empire And yes, I call the shots, I am the umpire I sprinkle holy water upon the vampire In this very moment I
Across these blazing shores For Satan blight the sky I am ancient Blasphemous Nothing left Pray for war Embracing evil A prophecy of war Dethrone the lord The great deceiver carries
? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (What?) Split y'all, holla, "It's on", then I diss y
Nigga, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry Been in disguise when I failed or I lost But they
dancing on the vast, dark sea... (And in my mind I behold) black crystals gleaming... ensorcellment! I am enthralled by this nighted spell... For I know
'll eat some meat in the rest room. That's fame. Stars on 45. STARS ON 45!! I KEEP MY POCKETS LINED!. STARS ON 45! I KEEP MY POCKETS LINED! A POSTCARD
up to my place. CHIP: Oh no, lady; the Forrest The-a-tre. When I was home I saw the plays The Ladies Drama Circle showed. Now I am here, I want to get
the Universe opens at my bidding. And yet, before I am placed before the final scrutiny of the Elders, I ask that I be allowed to gaze into the sidereal
Moon Rays replace God What ought to crawl has learned to walk I have mastered The Art of Rhyming now I am so bored I seen a mushroom to the north, from
] Who am I ? [Tech Rock] The best Norwegian producer on the M-I I take you to the sea, the open type On any open MIC I shine, Saint Like Glorious! Viviende
