the dart specialist, Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo MethTical, John, John do your thing, thing What? Check it The all eye seein', heavenly divine The truth
no chase, hold up unless I'm bein followed Never swallow anything unless it's from a bottle And that's the whole truth, and nothin but the truth so help
We spit our venom in the face of Jesus Christ Forever scar their hanging frame In this season of monumental horror We hunger for heavenly termination
given 'cause truth'll never be heard in religion After searchin the world, on the inside what was hidden It was the truth (*Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth
human ears as souvenirs A shape shifter face slitter, paper getter Tape your sister, rape your sister Make your sister take it in the face And if you're facing
dart specialist Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing What? Check it The all eye seein, heavenly divine The truth brings
Call it what you wanna, you plex and you'll be six feet below Cause I been insane living, ever since my brother was gone Finally facing up with the truth
Ticket," man they forcin us to stay strapped Act like you know, right now if not ASAP This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that This time
all sets sections cruddy clicks crews and clans Gilgreens to Badlands, jump up, to understand I'm just a man, not the univeral architect We tread the face of this heavenly
learn from those who came before us We see the road maps in the lines upon their face And as I look out on this crazy congregation The truth is inside
you to be strong Are you alive Amigone Is it too late to call and tell you to be strong Are you alive Amigone Is it too late to face the truth that
as a favor for holding me down Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found Facing
never be heard in religion After searchin the world, on the inside what was hidden It was the truth [Female singer] Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth
safer The chosen leader now will speak who was sent from your maker The one who made the earth and seas, the heavenly creator And now your face to face
never ends The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it's all gory The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statement Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly