[I - The forbidden words] [II - Incantation] [III - Passage of time] [IV - The silent threat] [V - Archilles heel] [VI - Covenant of souls] [VII - Face
anguish, blood still flowing Pollutes the ground a rotten red Your time has come, you must meet your maker As you slip into the valley of the shadow of death II
The most are off-beam And all that I see are the ghosts of the robbers Who laid all these traps Where blind politicians made desperate decisions With wall to wall
us young black thugs made history We be some tru niggas on the rise And we gonna ball till we fall Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall Captain of
Subterranean Labyrinths of Catacombs We Hath Crawled To Gather in this Dimly Lit Hall Of Colossal Proportion Which Few Ever See Along Black Walls Rise
pop Till the muthafukas stop Sellin nat shit That make the hoody drop No more easy gettin over For da cracka in the back Yo it's over Number 1 wit a
him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about
in our boats Made our havens as safe as could be We couldn't imagine what was to be Everything would end up in the sea. II. The storm started coming
myths are solemnly directed straight at you... ii. Pictures/Lighthouse (Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.) iii. Eyewitness No time now for contrition: the time for that's long past. The walls
When im alone in my room, sometimes i stare at the wall with the phone off, near withdrawal. gotta paranoia problem so im known to keep a trigga around
running on walls And I don't want to touch the ground. If they say that I'm lost, Then I don't want to be found. It feels like I'm running on walls And
A simple song to be heard by the rest of the world II.I live in a land called paraiso In a house made of cardboard floors and walls I learned to
bodies in clothing the true sin? It feels like we?re all ashamed of exposing our naked hearts But don?t we all go on wearing masks? Repeating it over and over
place where we'll find rest yeah Prepared for me and you I'm getting my house in order How about you? A place that is full of peace Love it will be over
you ever Saved their asses in World War II Don't make me go over there No don't make me go over there Don't make me go over there
fame Movin with, entrepeneurs, from the law Coke sniffin bitches hold the fort it's off the wall Back to reality my mentality is fatality Niggaz makin way over
out and letting the water run out and then getting in again and all that food i made it was all over the walls in the kitchen and there was a heat wave
[I. Overture] [Instrumental] [II. About to crash] She can't stop pacing She never felt so alive Her thoughts are racing Set on overdrive It takes