em The Herry Heathen, destroy your whole breathing system Twist em like beer caps, who wants to hear that Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates
soul and beliefs through 4 A dat's Or should I say 32 tracks of inner artifacts From the heart the pressure just might arrest my cardiac And perhaps it snaps
after life Decimate your paradise Burn tracks like thermostats My personal attacks snap back to murder cats I might advise You type of guys should revitalize Your man power
out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis 'Cause the postman rings twice Hey Mr. Postman Power, power, I come gimme some Tha deadly
this earth for your powerful silk-purse morality. ATTENTION. These rulers are already dead, murdered by their own greed and the world pays homage. SHIT
[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Lukasz Szurminski] "Our world is sick, our world is dying. All brave, honourable and dedicated to themselves men are
Shadow] Shadow and Trigonom Killin' that ass like anthrax, bitch Ain't no tellin' when we gonna hit Hahaha, yeah, check it out I'll make your head snap
gates is boom Zoom to the doom of a sugarplum toon Me, busta, and brown is gonna rock the mic soon With a huh! here we go in june Power cat with the snap
bag [Daddy X] We need a little ventilation circulated here [D-Loc] This situations so frustrating I just wanna say [Daddy X] The world just keeps
the centre of my soul I wish I was a warrior king inscrutable benign with a faceless charging power always at my command Footsteps so heavy the world
mine is mine And I'm just realizin, I'm only hypnotizin Girlies are in trance, breakin in cold sweat When I snap my fingers you shall all snap out of
slay. To achieve an infinite kill. Tooth and talon dig at flesh. Snapping tendon and bone. Gorging on the freshly killed. Triumphant stand alone. Once walked the world
funny?) Open your eyes(open your eyes) Look what your looking at(looking at) See what your seeing(what your seeing) It's called power(it's called power) It is called the power bomb(power
same the power of the sun I looked for treetops, you looked for caps above the water, where the waves snap back I flew around the world to bring you back ah the power
over profit But realistically good intentions are micropic to fat pockets Exploitation is world's oldest occupation And it's the task of Jamaican chicken when a nigga gets jerked Causing me to revert to verses - Versus snapping
8 will make my wrist snap back And I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone Cuz I'm ready, I'm so so ready [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Blackground, thugs world
convulsions tear at you brain Leaving you snarling and snapping at air Your thoughts are of tearing asunder All that exists in a man's world Control
(Bet I can make you move) What up, world? It's ya boy Unk checkin' in, second season part two (Bet I can make you move) DJ Montay on the beat, this is
