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In League

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Pretty boy with a gun, bang- bang, fun- fun. Pretty girl with a knife, watch your back it's your wife! Heroin, load my gun, shoot- shoot, fun- fun. Pretty girl on ecstasy, now she wants to fuck me. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease. Pretty thing with no head, that's OK, better off dead! Warm blood everywhere, shave off all my hair! Pretty girl, what's she worth? Stick it where it really hurts! Government experiment, welcome to my accident. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, and we have no fear, we are the anti of all you hold dear. Social disease, down on your knees. Covered in fleas, give me a freeze. I am a clown, I am disgrace. It's always thrown up in my face. Through ignorance, I always fight. Better face it, I'm always right. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease...

Journey Of Reconciliation

Mortification "Mortification"
His eyes could hardly see the long road ahead Blood and sweat dripped down His face as He was lead His body was beaten, far beyond repair They thought He was just a man But He was the Son of God This man was not guilty of any sin He had done nothing wrong, He was innocent He chose to take all the world's wrong And take it down to the abyss The journey continued to the place called the Skull Step by step He staggered on, the sky was getting dull On and on He kept up with this pain He must take He went through this when will the world wake Jesus Christ is the only Son of God He did all this for you because He loved you Many were weeping many more laughing Many were mocking many were scorning This man would do what no one understood The sacrifice was made by God's own right hand At last the arrival at Calvary's hill They tore off his rove and naked He stood They nailed Him to a cross they got their wish But in three days they'd never guess He rose from the grave! He rose from the dead! He rose from the grave! He rose from the dead! [Matt 27:32-44] [John 19:17-24] [Mark 16:1-8] [Mark 15:21-32] [Luke 24] [John 20:1-8] [Luke 23:26-43 Matt 28:1-8] [John 19]

Dead Wrong

EMINEM "Fucking Crazy"
[Puff] Bad Boy baby [Big] Yeah.. yeah.. Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah.. [Puff] Yeah.. B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 Born Again.. c'mon.. [Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong [Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers Hail Mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face; Take her Gucci bag and the North Face Off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, 'The Vapors' Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia She don't remember shit! Just the two hits! Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits! Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was 'Humpin Around' and 'Jump-in Around' Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, 'B-I-G' Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong) [Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' [Notorious B.I.G.] When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G Disrespect me - my potency is deadly I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealin with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it! Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push.. me I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon, got the little hookers screamin Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? [Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' [Puff] Ladies and gentlemen.. [Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads, Human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just, Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket And baby I'm just, dyin to cock him He's ready for war, I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wet on the third; Then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong [Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' 'I don't care what nobody say' [Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong [Puff Daddy] Uh-huh, and we won't stop, because we can't stop

When The Bough Breaks

THE AGONIST "Lullabies For The Dormant Mind"
Alone... she was... and we face this journey alone... Helpless and weak, dependent on others' decisions and needs. But who's to say what is right? To protect a soul or to save a life? Is it a plague or a gift -- the ability to create in the way of the Gods? We are instinctual artists. Atlas had nothing on what we've got. When half a race carries the weight of existence and society shuns most circumstances, reputation screams to conform and cast out anything deviating from the norm. The only way to believe your lies is to spread them far and spread them wide. Creation like a limitless universe... but boundaries are what defines your size... Wake up. Remember nightmares by sharing them upon gaining consciousness. A flooded nation is soon to spoil so wave your flags west! Equality will never be attained when blaming Eve for the sins we've gained. A fighter untilthe end -- but sympathy only kicked in once she was dead. The sacrifice of a life, or rather an exchange, instead. Pity, regret and sorrow turned to hope, but even then the newborn winds up dead. Black -- white, wrong -- right. Quite a simple hypocrisy. Since when is an accident a responsibility? If you play God once, I can play God twice. Give me the decision and I'll handle the fight. Materialism now subsides. Tradition exists when no one has the guts to change. Someone asked me what difference One can make, one day. For we're the moss; the Earth -- the stone, so let us do as did the Tree. For silence will long be ignored, and action recognized quickly. What if? I should have... Hindsight always haunts me. A thosand Judases could never stop me. Slings and arrows disappoint and taunt me. But I'm not wrong, and I'll sacrifice everything just because I know the way since the beginning. ...hindsight always haunts me, and then the bough breaks.

Sick To The Core

Godgory
When darkness is fallin and you feel alone You pray for love but none you found The girls in graves are callin out your name You gonna get love but it's from the underground Your paralized legs starts to walk The moon is full and the shadows crawl Cemetary is misty and cold You wanna have love but with no one old You look at the stones and read their names You startin to dig you feel insane The spade hits the coffin you get a chill This one is dead you don't have to kill You have just commited a crime But you don't care the girl was fine What will you do when you are done Were you proud with yourself when you made love You know it's wrong to dig up people from the graves Is there something that is'nt working in your brain When you were younger no one gave much love to you Alone in this world no one knows that you exists You're a psycho and sick to the core You dig up the girls and make them to whores Don't you know that is wrong The dead are helpless and you're feeling strong Is this some kind of revenge When you were little no one gave you a chance No one knows what's going on in your head All we know you make love to the dead Now you are dead and gone and lyin in the dirt The dead ones rest in peace they are no longer disturbed

Visionz

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Method Man] Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Raekwon the Chef] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like [*long inhale*] [Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm [Inspectah Deck] Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in [*gun blast*]

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