Tekst :

No one dared to
Speak of the terrible danger
The hideous ancient warnings
Forged in the void of night

He has risen up
Out of the blackness
Chaos belongs to the prophet s sinister
A sickening monstrous sight

Through the stifling heat underneath the pale green moon
Hungered with the thirst to see things not yet seen
Climbing endless stairs, leading to the choking room
Eager to explore this most shocking mystery

Drifting beyond all time
Out of a churning sky
Drawn to the beckoning light
Of the dark eternal night

Black forces
Rage in a vortex, fighting
Rays of destruction swallowing
The emblem of the universe

I am the last
Born of the blood of the pharaohs
The ultimate god of all-creation
Sent to unleash this curse

Restless crowds draw near
Nameless hooded forms appear
(Amidst fallen ruins
Grotesque creatures battle)
Shadowed on a screen
Yellow evil faces leer
(Vacant monuments
Corpses of dead worlds left behind)

Drifting beyond all time
Out of a churning sky
Drawn to the beckoning light
Of the dark eternal night

Trapped in a hellish dream
Spinning past worlds unseen
And frightfully vanishing
Into the dark eternal night

Drifting beyond all time
Out of a churning sky
Drawn to the beckoning light
Of the dark eternal night

Trapped in a hellish dream
Spinning past worlds unseen
And frightfully vanishing
Into the dark eternal night

Tekst :

Maybe I can see at night
Maybe I can touch the sky
A few feet above the ground
A few more with every bound
Got to get higher, got to get higher
No-one can see me trying
Dreaming of flying

I going to find my life in the light of the night
I m going to dream my dream when you re all out of sight
Then I can be who I want I can fly in the sky
Really feel a mercury high

Running thru a crowded street
Faster than a lightning streak
With each step the night is brighter
With each step I m feeling lighter
Got to get higher, got to get higher
No-one can see me trying
Dreaming of flying

I run - I fly - I reach the sky
My feet - have wings

Now it s easy watch me fly
Wheeling in the open sky
A few feet above the crowd
A few miles above the cloud
Got to get higher, got to get higher
Everyone see me flying
Flying

Tekst :

I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don t wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you se a killa

Sweet Jones Story
Know what I m talking bout?
P-I-M-P

I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga
Ya talkin bumpkin cause I know you ain t shit nigga
And if you don t shut the fuck up, you ll get hit nigga
And we ll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some bitches tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a pussy niggga check me
And I ain t laugh, bitch niggaz don t disrespect me
You shoulda killed me, bitch the first day that you met me

I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don t wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

I told you nigga I don t fuck wit no paid route
When I was young that nigga fucked me out some paper dude
But to call him to the studio that wasn t cross
But bitch you almost got your homeboy broke off
Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door
The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow hoe
Tryin to talk like an O.G., better shut up
Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up

I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don t wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

The next night I m at the kitchen makin hits and ends
I see some niggaz drivin funny in a square-like Benz
And showin nothing but that bitch that put me in the cross
The first line in my mind was to pick him off
I said fuck him let s go do it, yeah let s let him talk
But if that bitch gon pull his pistol we gon kill him off
I told that girl what this mafia s like bitch
And if you ever try it it s gon be repercussions across this bitch

I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don t wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

You niggaz week so you call Houston for the hit
But didn t know that we got gangsta niggaz all over this bitch
So now you bitches gotta deal with the King hoe
Cause you done call it three times, we just can t let that go
And to that forty-two pocket and my precious momma
??? its bitches for life you feel the drama
They gon bring you to the center for that gun-shot drama
You could get hit in your Bentley or your Impala


I know ya strapped {screwed & chopped}
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don t wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

You ain t no gangsta nigga
Fucker ass nigga
You ain t slappin nothing here junior
Better get your mind right bitch
Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass niggaz

When you… shoulda known not to fuck with me bitch {screwed & chopped}
I m a put it dead on yo ass when it which
What happenin my brother?
He was layin there shaking and bleeding like a mother fucker

All you Tupac-ass wanna-be niggaz
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard bitch
Goin down
Sweet Jones
Platinum bitch!

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