My Album, "The one they call AfterDeath -Unknown Soldier coming soon"
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Peak #13,453
Peak in subgenre #6,564
Author
AfterDeath
Uploaded
January 20, 2004
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Lyrics
claritiy aint endin so i'm raisin the bombs/
like evil preachers i stand i rippin pages from psalms/...
i spit calm wit flames blazin ya palms they caught me runnin after hoes like i was chasin saddam//
(who am i)
i'm vietnam... and i see its the time of death/
the king of con... and beith tell i'm the best//
so bomb da rest... i breakin' shackles like lines of breath
(challange me!)
i move blocks like palms of chest//
like the hr was over i'm waitin for the change of the subject/
fill my pain!... as i put the glock to the brain of ya husband//
the game and the rush when the flame is tamed in combustions/
aklaimed in discusion like bein strained of conCUSHin/
(deranged!)
bibles fly as i'm da fightin da reverend/
my levels so high my fist are strikin the heavens/
Writin of question i am enlightened suggestions//
leave ya fist at home nigga kuz i am fightin with weapons//
the roll of ah soljas oath/
i sold my soul for this sikness/
i choose gold-n-REmORse both so the devil can witness/
this reble-ish fitness i hold da odds on my hitlist/..
I'm cloudin ya minds eye
but even god cant predict this- sik-like vibes split like squads in ah quickness
zueses rods in thickness lightin clogs wit these snitches/...
get this... the gangstas huddle n waitin/
puzzled wit patience i'll leave u scuffled and achin/
but not mistaken this is ya last production/
kuz i'm on the block grippin weapons of mass destruction/ ILL
the blast of slugs eatin thro the ash of thugs/
but it aint about killin no more niggas its about cash and drugs/
watch the skill in the way i pack the pistol... in ah battle u commin up
short like iraq missils/
my gats whistles (yea) i stack bricks 2/
I got lawyers under my belt..i got nothin ta prove
when it comes to money (what?)...i be stackin abunch/
an the only time u sit coke on the table is when u packin ya lunch//
(said some other stuff)
its the Day of Death the Arc Angel choose
kuz these graveyards are filled with those who oppose me
I"m the general, mercy was there but it wasnt/
u can stand there talkin as blood rains from ur husband
(said some more bull)
I"m striken these meskins with an army of cobras/ harming opposers from the army below us
(blalblahblahblah)
ask da pope for help... for this marksmen u seekin- zip ya mouf shut as afterdeath is speakin
and while u at it have a preacher bless da tekk kuz thats as close as u gonna get to killin afterdeath
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