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Boogiemonsters God Sound

[Mondo] BM's international It's worldwide, baby Check it out Ah-ha [CHORUS x2] Behold a pale horse, death is in our midst We gotta keep on point cause

From the attic of the Boogiemonsters shack It's the revolutionary black hole sun on attack Bring it back [CHORUS x2] [Mondo] ???? is pro-black and to my folks it sound

abode Boogiemonsters, fat beats and rhymes is the mode Save the drama for your mama, coma or hit the road It's time to get on down With that God Sound

It goes (Bodya)(bodya)(bodya)(bodya) Come on (Bodya)(bodya)(bodya)(bodya) [Vex] Bassline penetration with the God Sound vibration Me and M-o used to

dephts of hell Workers of inequity as I sport Goretex and Timberland Vortex, I'm vexed like God's wrath upon this evil nation Feel the God Sound vibration

movin at our own pace and fallin into the ditch Of a trap laid for us way before the negro slave trade? Why is it so cool to disbelieve in God? Make

of perfection in every direction Convection heats up the microphone I freeze When I bust Jehova bring breeze to a gust Thrust my rhyme through the woofers and the tweeters of your speakers Sound