All felt is good here All felt is just fine Like a rapture waiting to dine on the divine It moves across me and sets me free Open oh so gently Loss
翻訳: 土. ブラック7.
You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees 1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind My Momma
the torrid soil Eternal fury - celestial genocide Hellstorms over empires divine Lacerate the heavens Devour the sun - rape the light Blinding blackness
strike the diaphragm Pierced lung minute from tongue double-edged sound the drum Here I come as predicted, holdin' the raw seal, all heads kneel 7th Degree black
effect Yes I'm Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette Deaths turned spoiled, rich like top soil Still loyal still the MC Grand Royal I'm still dope I
minute from tongue double-edged sound the drum, here I come as predicted Holdin the raw seal, all heads kneel 7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen
can go on and on 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 Piss ant little countries They were getting in our way Trying to claim their soil's riches Tellin us we have to
[Intro: Hell Razah, (Killah Priest)] [imitating the beat] Yeah, yeah, uh, 9-7 y'all Yeah, uh, Sunz Of Man y'all Yeah, uh, New York to California y'all
Yes I'm Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette Deaths turned spoiled, rich like top soil Still loyal still the MC Grand Royal I'm still dope I'm still
