ARCHIVE lyrics - Controlling Crowds - Part IV

Blood In Numbers

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Fall down people, stand tall fearful, lay down thousands, right to the end. Find her amongst them, head down unnoticed, hands cold and broken, passengers leave. Frail time is over, stand on my shoulders, our hearts twisted, blood dried in numbers. Blood dried in numbers, cold slaughtered brothers, breaking each other, right to the end. Loose lines uncovered, masks for each other, run low for cover, here comes the end.

Blood On Blood War

Cappadonna "The Pillage"
Yo, break that dutch down [Cappadonna] You and your man, y'all fucked up for real Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal I sling raps, like cracks on the street Attack, riot, rise above Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb Ice cold raps, you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code too simple, you best to hold on Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy Based upon a true story, throw darts Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state What, play with the pussy and fuck Stuck with the poles forever, what Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep Lyrics that kill, murder one voice Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project Reject, with the mic check Set to be the son that set the place off Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard [Killa Bamz] Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence We live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for [Cappadonna] All I need, is ten big bags of weed Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on Split you with the .45 caliber rap Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat Call 911, you still can't score You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war Yeah, you got heat but we got C4 Plus we got buildings that's watching your door Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad Terrorize y'all from every direction Call up Hot 97 for protection Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan Spotted last night in the all black van Coming down the block with guns out the windows Licking shots off every time a wind blow My class come first, I'm first to represent Killa Bees linger in the air like incense Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight Sight snakes from afar Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar Project star, CD hackers Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap I attack fatal on the track [Killa Bamz] Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence That we live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for Yeah *6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background*

Tried And True

MONTGOMERY GENTRY "Carrying On"
I was born in a small town in the hills of Tennessee Kentucky raised, just a country boy and that's all I'll ever be My daddy ran a still house to keep us kids alive Just doin' what he had to do after mama died The same people that called him no good Would meet him in the back woods for a little taste He said I may take your money but don't put yourself above me Don't cut me down as you walk away You don't know me you don't know who I am You don't know the pain that I've been through So don't judge me till you stand where I stand I don't need you or anyone else to approve Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true I left home at sixteen with a guitar on my back With everything I called my own I carried in a paper sack Spent years of havin' nothin' and sleepin' in my car I'd drive all day and play all night In the honky tonks and bars The same people that called me crazy Said I'm too lazy to amount to anything Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but You don't know me you don't know who I am You don't know the pain that I've been through So don't judge me till you stand where I stand I don't need you or anyone else to approve Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true The same people that called me crazy Said I'm too lazy to amount to anything Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but You don't know me you don't know who I am You don't know the pain that I've been through So don't judge me till you stand where I stand I don't need you or anyone else to approve Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true The blood in these veins is tried and true

Blood Of Christians On My Sword

Graveland
The frost tries to reach us With it's cruel, cold hands The cold witheness hurts our eyes And we still march with wind in the face We follow the trace of blood in the snow Yesterday we burnt two villages We killed women and children Heads out of the bodies of priests We impaled on our wooden socle... The blood of hideous monk Is still getting blacker on my axe Their temple burnt And we fed a fire with their corpses My brothers are marching silently The great frost turns the hearts into ice The warm blood will bring the life back To their bodies... Another christian village is near... Those who escaped, showed us the way... On the blood from their wounds... We must deal them a deathblow Before wolves get them... On the horizon behind us The black smoke appears on the sky On the hills full of trees Wolves observe us They'll leave the hills and follow us As soon as the day in over...

Barbarism Returns

Graveland
The frost tries to reach us, with its cruel cold hands the cold witheness hurts our eyes and we still march with wind in the face. We follow the trace of blood in the snow Yesterday we burnt two villages We killed women and children Heads out of the bodies of priests We impaled on our wooden socle(?)... The blood of hideous monk is still getting blacker on my axe Their temple burnt. And we fed a fire with their corpses My brothers are marching silently The great frost turns the hearts to ice The warm blood will bring the life back to their bodies... Another christian village is near... those who escaped showed us the way... by the blood from their wounds... we must deal them a deathblow before wolves get them On the horizon behind us The black smoke appears on the sky On the hills, full of trees Wolves observe us They'll leave the hills and follow us as soon as the day is over...

In The Northern Carpathians

Graveland
When the black clouds cover the moon And reality turns into nightmare Lighting cuts through the dark sky Almighty Perun gave us his sign! Brothers, wolves, I summon you! Wind will bring you my howling And smell of the human blood Yes, I found another sacrifice Droops of blood upon the stone I lick the cold virgins corpse I am blinded by my bloodlust In the northern Carpathians Mystic eyes between the trees Brothers hungry for the blood Through the blood I find desire The only sense of the evil life Immortality is true For the creatures without shadows There is hell on the earth In the northern Carpathians Unholy woods of mysteries Alone witches full of hate Werewolves hidden in the caves Forgotten spells of pagan past Long nights and hours of darkness Cold mountain winds blow through the trees Diabolic feast around the fire Dark shadows dancing with flames There is a place where Evil lives There are woods where people die At midnight blood is more precious than gold In the northern Carpathians

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