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Eternal Dirge lyrics

Feaster From The Stars

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The potion faints my view As my mental journey begins To places I once knew They deliver my astral remains My long winging flight through the void I have to cross the universe of light To claim what was, is and will be mine Infinite quest through endless time Recreated by the thoughts Caught in the Trapezoid Send me through the Abyssos of radiance Oh feaster from the stars! I am the fulfiller Oh prophecy of BA'AL Come speak to me in ancient tongue Answer the elder's call All my life, all my love All my soul, all myself I will give to you There is a light at the end of the tunnel But our way leads into the dark The time will be easy to know For all the stars must stand in a row To open the passages beyond time and space Hail the arrival of the coming race Resurrected by the souls Trapped in the Trapezoid I was sent through the Abyssos of radiance Oh feaster from the stars!

The Ancient Rebirth

Ancient Rebirth
Shadows of the twilight Suffocate the light of day Fog rise in the forest The breath of lucifer The moon shines on the holes Of evil entities Soon they will awake Hail to their return 100's of years asleep Suddenly they're here Killing all of light They will bring us to the dark Evil rides the earth The ancients are reborn Lucifer we greet you now We'll serve you as your slaves No one can stop thy unknown hordes In this mess of obscurity We'll join you in the evening As the twilight rapes the day We've been waiting for you Ancient ones To avenge your destiny We'll evoke the darken centuries and kill the holy light We'll stay here for all eternities to crush the name of delight We'll turn into demonic shapes and take away some lives Rape the mortal humanrace the eternal sacrifice

Rhymes I Express

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Road to the Riches"
Kool G Rap and Polo Back again What? This is poison so be alert and cautious Those who act courageous you will get nauseous Infected or contaminated Turn on your stereo never come radio activated Deadly and fatal poison the title My recital hits the parts that are vital So tune in the tone of beats and poems Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax If you're still hard of hearing, I'mma scrub them with Ajax With maximum drum so behave and remember You're a slave to my sound wave Faster rhymes I mastermind I have to find A new method time after time Write a rhyme quick when I pull out my Bic pen Stick to an idea, the soundproof slick then Put it on paper cause I make you hyper Than any other rapper cause I keep my rapping riper Like cherries or some say berries Mandatory for the auditory and its glory Here's the story: rappers getting leery to hear me G speaks in a new technique of fury Domination of drums and noise and Yo yo yo Polo yo this is poison Poison! (x3) Look-alikes on the mic you should get off You're a rip-off, I'mma rip up, get rid of, cause you bit off Bite off ate off imitate off They get paid off for G Rap to get laid off Get up and sit up the butterer and buttercup Male or female shut them up, Po shut her up Yeah hide my line as you pick them up Rob me blind of my rhymes you might as well have said stick them up Letters of metaphor matters to better the fatter your pocket Rhymes blast off like rockets Rhymes will be replaced and beats erased In case a rapper tries to trace hardcore bass Made in a minute the sky is the limit For reaching the goal and the dream wouldn't you want to be in it to win it? Biters are wanted like animals hunted Soon as I get them I hit them I done it to the suckers who fronted The rappers who made it and did it Forget about winning the battle cause I'mma shake rattle and roll A little something for girls and boys and Yo yo Polo my man yo this is poison A mind designed to find a rhyme that's right on time One step beyond and not behind the line That separates dogs from divine Take it as a caution, or a warning sign Whether antonyms, words I'm blending them Homonyms, synonyms, good like M M's With Polo and while he's slicing I'll turn the mike's last name into Tyson My brain is like a factory constantly creating Material stitch by stitch for decoration Lyrics are fabrics, beat is the lining My passion in rhyming is fashion designing Now it gets odd it, cause people want to sport it You bought it, if you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises, it's like a game show And my brain glows just like a rainbow Rappers and poets they already know it G Rap is a terror not a error and never will I stop reaching for better Whether wheels of steel or reel to reel G Rap will make you feel the real deal I usually rap hardcore and I know That y'all thinking am I somehow semi, so We yell party and girls and boys and Remember Kool G Rap, Doc the Butcher and Polo is poison

Solitaire

NO USE FOR A NAME "Hard Rock Bottom"
I can pretend for you, that I mean every word said it's true That I'd probably rather be like a stranger in disguise And act as if nothing ever.. Died or faded away, got lonelier with age And time isn't on our side I'm sorry to take the thoughts that keep you awake And make it seem like they're overrated You certainly talk about me more when I fall down And when I get up, my time is never enough Loved in front behind my back hated I guess it has everything to do with luck I can defend the truth but I sound like white noise to my friends As I raise my glass to you In a stupor we speak words That couldn't be more honest Lies we lived before are fights without a war I'm dead when it's in your head I'm starting to think that all the buoys we sink Are cutting our chances of being saved I see that the end is all we have to let us know I'd like to believe in something more than a dream For when the will to be one has faded I guess the truth will soon be deceived My friend that isn't there, My solitaire.

Here We Go

DISPATCH "Bang Bang"
[CHORUS:] here we go leave it on the back burner take it to the dry town I got the mean time slippin' down the slide some uptight right wing, political homicide, do what you want, take what you will, take it in like a southpaw, flip it on the grill bourgeoise, protocol bottoms up boys this is the last call happy hour doesn't last too long you know it never does so I sit here on a bar stool looking at the sky got a buck and a quarter and a bucket full or rye don't step out of line you'll get time in the brig don't yield to the mighty you got your own dirt to dig [CHORUS] my and my flea bag friends we ran to have our own feast of Crispan Murphy was there with number 22 they were got caught in the middle of a coup, you will lose me if I don't lose you we haven't chosen anyone of you to condemn so make your decision and chose you side or let us begin steeped in knowledge I'll step from the board down to the speak easy with my double-edged sword you know the deal you got to spin the wheel I heard the heavens are full of sevens but as matter of fact you know that cat suicide jack he don't play like that truth is he don't really play at all

5 Here We Go

DISPATCH "Gut The Van, Disc 1"
[CHORUS:] here we go leave it on the back burner take it to the dry town I got the mean time slippin' down the slide some uptight right wing, political homicide, do what you want, take what you will, take it in like a southpaw, flip it on the grill bourgeoise, protocol bottoms up boys this is the last call happy hour doesn't last too long you know it never does so I sit here on a bar stool looking at the sky got a buck and a quarter and a bucket full or rye don't step out of line you'll get time in the brig don't yield to the mighty you got your own dirt to dig [CHORUS] my and my flea bag friends we ran to have our own feast of Crispan Murphy was there with number 22 they were got caught in the middle of a coup, you will lose me if I don't lose you we haven't chosen anyone of you to condemn so make your decision and chose you side or let us begin steeped in knowledge I'll step from the board down to the speak easy with my double-edged sword you know the deal you got to spin the wheel I heard the heavens are full of sevens but as matter of fact you know that cat suicide jack he don't play like that truth is he don't really play at all

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