praise heevans for no reasons, catch me in hell ridin on the tail of a bohemeth
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praise heevans for no reasons, catch me in hell ridin on the tail of a bohemeth
i be creepin like a ninja quick ta stick a star in ya/
got scorched wit the torch, den stash da body up unda da porch...
step into the thunderous courts and I'll rip ya dungaree shorts/
bloodsport lunge-an-spree morph into a lyrical anomaly my scriptures rival that of the great sacrates/
my stories mistaken for Esop's or Sophecles', my prophecy's possibly stoppin hypocrisy/
Hangin judges that made justice a mockery,world-wide headhunting the heads of aristocracies
Got the game on lock, with hardrock assasins dreaming of blasting me for the keys/
dog, dem fagots its nuffin but fleas, spit harder rymes than da trunk of a tree....
I'm a monk and a priest, dumpin the beast in pieces amongst the debris/
hung wit tha leaves,heard the whispers of the souls deceased
On how they flowed with ease, droppin' parables in between some ill soliloquies
no birds birthing my seeds only queens drug-free/
A better tommorow for me means, no seeds becoming fiends//
da word of a tru god with a dream, my team, never sellout, 4 any amount of dat cream...
baptized in a fountainous stream alongside mountains that's green/