Yo, yo, enta, enta Enta, enta It's the synical lyrical rap individual On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical I'm not a fan of this, I'm a
arms I'm as sane as I was, given and receiving the love Living and breathing this stuff with Rob, the Viking on drums Battleaxe warriors, Madchild Prevail This is music for ya'll bars notes
still burns in the hearth, The music still plays for her pleasure. But the air is as cold as the death, And the soft melodies only measure her bittersweet tears. Every note
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash And left my mama a goodbye note By sundown, I'd left Kingston With my guitar up under my coat I hitchhiked all
shit You say OH SHIT You can't get a slice of my pizza? No shit Get off my stage, you ain't on my show, shit Trumpets, you got some musical notes? You
the second comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically
sides of a freedom Record to the meter, so tell me who could be the next one Gravediggaz complex death oath And watch king tee, kill a fuckin note Here
droppin' this single on the charts lettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, didn't slep on my notes
green margins did grow (note 1) And spread their sweet scent through the glade Oh the path to our cottage they say has grown green (note 2) And the place
blood, I was born to be different Now niggaz can't make it to ballads to choose leadership But we can make it to Jacob's and to the dealership Swear I hear new music
heard a man's guitar electrify a crowd Felt the sound shower 'round He would take you with him where the music's been before As you merge, power surge together His music
dead the undead come trudging up engulfing evil in your head A sacrilegious [misspelled as "sacreligious" in CD liner notes] action burns inside this chant of death
CD liner notes] flames A storm of sin exploding through the earth Feel the burns Caress [misprinted as "carress" in CD liner notes] the body skin is
[Lyrics: L. Harrison; music: Monstrosity] Decrepit, replete with misery the elders lie diseased and are dead or dying Dilapidated, we feel tortured You
. The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red! The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully , and I was able to play notes
differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music
, you gonna love these guys Brought the hood on them guys The best story told yet bonded against all odds Ain't no tearin' them apart Swore pattern, wow till death
lay Dead on Culloden's field Burned are our homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again. *note
