Besedila:
Burning In Hell The Battle Will Begin

laughs the words of war The Heavens shake with fear Armageddon sings his song The battle's ever near. Let the joyous celebrations of Hell begin Who

the lunchroom cafeteria [Swel Boogie] So you wanna battle me, you wanna battle me bring it Don't talk to nobody bring it to me, if you wanna battle.... [

metal Summoned by the battle drums The sky is filled with screaming music Anthem to a dream of hell Lashing men to killing madness The song of war will

protect mine like a Japanese fighting sticks master Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest Rappers they be like [unverified] bro, I sunk your battleship Ultra-magneto, burnin' pee burns

faith Now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese For her interred I tore a battle banner from his hide Splashed in red goetia Hues of Hell

good the bad and the desolated. And The Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life instantly ? we're like acid we burn you

whenceforth I come, riding the wind Thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view I'm descending in helicopters, in a village raid Flesh will burn

stare You can say where? I'm over here Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales difficult, to some terrifical Hypothetically, alphabetically Energetically, theoretically No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more Dog will

faith Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese For Her interred I tore a battle banner from His hide Splashed in red goetia Hues of Hell