| Destination:?
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| Trapped in the dandie’s lion with a pit of lions
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| World crying, inside, what the fuck’s goin on with me?
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| What’s goin on? |
| What’s goin on?
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| Ugh! |
| What’s goin on? |
| What’s goin on?
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| Yo, yo.
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| Deep in the Water of life, I would fight
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| Wearing turbens, purified up in the virgin
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| Emerging the blood, would flood up the wombs
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| The eggs hatch, and let loose, a fume
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| Prophecized just like Jesus, writing Hebrew
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| On the wall’s of my mother’s fetus
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| Then I was swimming in the afterbirth
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| Each chapter, each verse, got deeper, got worse
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| The keeper, of laws, my brain, what saw
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| The seeker, of tablets, preachers, would ban it
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| The force, brought forth, the holiest, controlliest
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| Slowly, takin me, into, the mental, orgasm
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| Was 'jaculating, stimulating, relating to life
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| Incubating, rotating around light beams
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| Like creams, I was formed in the white dream
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| Redeemed, like powder, outta, my maker
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| Enter, nature, returned, the vapor
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| Killah Priest, born in the pillar of yeast
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| Lost in the miscarriage, the automatic of marriage
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| Pow! |
| Once ya live, ya die
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| Ohh. |
| what is it? |
| Is it a mystery?
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| Did they mention me in history?
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| I was born alone, begun from blood, skin and bones
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| To the mind, body, soul hunter, creating poems
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| For immature brain cells, trapped in confusion, I ruin your mental
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| I sent that ass to Hell and tell the devil that I sent you
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| I react like a reflex, protected by God
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| Bringin life to the brain-dead, diggin deeper than the graveyard
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| The stick that you walk with, I broke a long time ago
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| There’s nowhere to hide when I stalk like a shadow
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| Everyday somebody dies, somebody else is born
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| A chain reaction, life’s a cycle like plastic
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| I practice, ghetto bastards I’m givin caskets
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| Innocent, murderous is what you don’t expect
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| While secret Satan agents be livin off your death
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| I’m already a waitin victim to an unknown death trap
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| Hell is gettin hot, is it too late for me to sweat that?
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| The killah team, guillotine get chopped where your heads at
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| In order to get revenge ya got to pass my dead end
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| I use your best friend to set ya up for me to win
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| To put the blood inside my pen to write my next sin
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| Then again, the beast from within, it just possessed
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| It leads me to kill, then I’m left with your bloody mess
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| I seem insane, since semen my brain been gained
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| Like Monopoly, but there’s no way of stoppin me
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| I die slow, struggled in the wounds of evil
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| My technicality wins a race based on reality
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| Everyday is still a revolutionary thrill
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| The war’s in the streets, bodies floatin down the bloody river
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| Terror, livin in this present day and era
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| Caged in the belly of the beast, thoughts of a killah
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| The duty of a wise man, prophecized, civilize the savage
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| Yeast, I generate heat from the East
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| Repells revelation, livin in revelation
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| The Sunz of Jacob shall fill the power of the nation
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| Created, situated, on physical plains, originated
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| From drops of sperm, the black germ
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| I come with the scientifical techniques and masses
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| The methods of madness, psycho wrath of gases
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| Burnin through flesh, deteariatin brain cells
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| Waves radiate as I escape the channel of Hell
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| The arsenal, one Prodigal, Sun of Man
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| Stalks the fuckin land with evil, various plots and plans
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| The wicked lashes shall buries us inside time and matter
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| I write chapters through the raptures of disaster
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| Trapped in a long dark tube, fightin for exsistence
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| Absorbin stressful germs as I travel the distance
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| Eternally locked in a cell in the form of sperm
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| Doing life, mental strife, evil semenal germ
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| Swimmin through revengeful cycles, accumlatin arches
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| Killin of the sperm cells, illuminatin darkness
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| Stranglin 'em with my tail, absorbin life from semen
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| When I was born I came out screamin and blasphemin *laughs*
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| Cryin in blood, spittin at the figure of Christ on the holy?
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| See, since the sonogram I was diagnosed to be cursed
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| Doctors administered stress, I’d be born in the church
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| But they sold the womb closed of unholy bitches
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| A burst up, reversed and blast through the stitches
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| Ahh! |
| Hell at last, my first breath that I cursed
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| They performed the ritual, took me home in a hurse
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| But in the womb I metamorphesized, my birth and death was already prophecized
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| Instead of a crib I slept in a casket
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| Sacrificed the first born but Christ denied this evil bastard
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| For all of those who don’t understand what I’m talkin about
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| You’re trapped in my helium of evil thought, figure your way out
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| Or be comdemned to eternal livin death. |