in an aural attack The darkest realm Billion light years in the rigs Interstellar searing licks Song of the demon at the helm Welcome to the darkest realm
Översättning: Venom. Darkest Realm.
skies in an aural attack The darkest realm Billion light years in the rigs Interstellar searing licks Song of the demon at the helm Welcome to the darkest realm
yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real
But baby I?m a venomous soul I never get it Ohh that doesn?t matter to me It?s never as fun The real works begun And I?m comfortably numb In the dark
and bounce over the rhythm And hit 'em and get another suck and hit 'em with venom Nigga, my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending Suckers
[B-Real] I traveled many miles above the dark road ahead of me Obstacles in front of me but I kept movin' steadily Enemies wanted to face off, grip the
sides By the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and goodwill Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
the inequities of the selfish And the tyranny of evil men, blessed is he Who in the name of charity and good will Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
and doubted my skill level But I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level You been introduced to some of the real rebels Injected with venom from God
willin' It seemed like the only ones ballin' was the villains Dollar signs in they eyes, lyin' to our chillin' I wanna kill 'em, I'd rather God, hit 'em They sellin' venom
as real but not as brightly lit, a dark side Darkness, I can write a verse and take the sun away Darkness, say goodbye to light because it's gone today Darkness
I came from a wealthy family I joined the clan because I wanted to learn a special Kung Fu To be a real expert and an actual fact I've just become a killer
all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal? Drugs!! I need femine venoms in the system In order to function in the rhythm Tinted like the darkest
in us Waiting for mighty lords who'll praise again Cry of the dreaming-dead Still existing in my head They are spawn of the lords And venom of the evil
