have made. This is what we say instead, ?the king is dead, the king is dead!? I say I love you still, but the only thing I know, Is if we make it out
once said, "Everybody want go heaven But nobody want dead" Numb heads, if they diss the Vette Break the mother fuckers down if they disrespect, The Tech This is Victory
, followed by an army of immortals They were few in number But the look in their eyes told all who beheld them That they would leave this day only in victory
fatter with Cabbage Patch lit (Dark days) Banded Louie-Louie (Park blades) Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater Good morning Vietnam Whose couch is this, whose house is
soon a bloom to a surge All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the burn To ascend from a number to grave blade runner Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king
said Everybody want go heaven But nobody want dead Numb heads If they diss the Vette Break the mother fuckers down if they disrespect The Tech This is Victory
great King of Hyperborea! My mystic shackles are at last broken... I am free once more! Your army is lost, your realm is mine... it shall be blessed with
of immortals. They were few in number, but the look in their eyes told all who beheld them that they would leave this day only in victory or death. And
of frost for a leper king The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain And in our weakness, the lord's to blame Raping and robbing the dead on the ground
The number(s) that are dead [Chorus:] Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre [sings "really massacre" 1st time
King of Hyperborea! My mystic shackles are at last broken... I am free once more! Your army is lost, your realm is mine... it shall be blessed with the
fathers Speak thy name unto me It is i who commands you It is i who beckons you It is i whom binds your spirit It is i whom chains your form As then
who's the illusion Is this thing based on skin pigmentation? Is God just a figment of imagination 'cause we can't trace Him? Is it the other way around
em out like Donna Summa Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents [Timbo King] For real niggaz who feel this is on some numb shit Gun shit, peace
chillin [Lil' Ed] Ed grippin on yo' bed fuck niggaz if they ain't red But my name is Fred bitch nigga you dead Lil' Ed king of bling bling needs to
