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[Sa'Battlecuel] Remember when I spoke the factual Quotin data from known safactual Natural occurinses, servin the chosen one Sa'Battlecuel Know it's dramatical Vision my lyrics as a killer Consider the penalties given for breeders of a sinner You fakin my article To be some sort of a logical Part of the arsenal Persistant lizing my nasogical Never question the presense of a soul like depression Whose total act is repression to disregard you in seconds Obsession of rap, since I was locked down Murdered my lab, the smiles of a child was found and sealed in photographs I outta blow his ass, for the reasons for my hatred In sacred places revolve around the paces of my nature On paper, that's were you'll find bolation Place me on the side, I'm waitin For fakeness to try and over rhyme my soul confine me It's only likely I'm certain to appear amongst the worst Of situations relatin to the death among you servants And curtains over shadow you And they brace you in the darkness My vocal sharp as a dagger and the waist is where your heart is SongtexteWe started this from the bottom And we welcome any problem It's all from under the circumstance and scope 'em when we got 'em [Chorus x2: Sa'Battlecuel (Sad Voice)] Strange if it ain't the petrified ones that act as if they killas (Dhark Citi raw and custom to pistol whippin they tricks) Strange if it ain't the petrified ones that act as if they mirrors (Dhark Citi born and custom to crime and violence, we murderers) [Sad Voice] We live amongst rooks and servants My destiny's under the serpants, ofcourse my mergance Heavy merchants, do I deserve this? Quote with herb, and lustin for sex and holy virgins So pricin the nice and spirits eagin for my service Sad Voice, I'm suicide Finally is my time Can't be an angel showed compassion towards me and cried See the god is peacefull, relaxation from the deceitful And treated me unequal cuz I came from Puerto Rico Double headed eagle, seezin a head of a her ave and lawton When I die, bury me deep, and the dirt is sand raw And my critics, remember the name We don't exist on, straight to seven angels The first son of the Christians First born prophet, now I'm on sonic Respect my gothic Non believers I'm a baptised, but this holy water will rise it Fake thugs, I got it Talkin bout guns and chronic Except death, relieve your stress, the Christ hymin [Chorus x2] [Sa'Battlecuel] Homicidal rage, cattlepult you by high exort Or resort on your force of imagery Sacreligion and sinistry Physically bought it by God, it's the hardest part, they pray upon us The scorchen of Satan, facin Devils towards awaitin Contaplate the grateous rebellious skies play overhead From the enourmous shed, vocalize penny still we wanted dead On our bald heads, with numerical beats components See we speak of omens, seak upon us, make them nail and see it for us [Sad Voice] My lifes a genesis, my minds the exodus of rap My heads the force to get ya clap My voice is the entrance thru the portal of fact With reality taps you on your shoulder Your fest paralizin encoded Your soul is before the third of Jehovah Shut the mouth of critics To my Puerto Ricans, blacks and Dominics Thoughts devorse restriction Susan died before they got the livid Dhark Citi's the fortuess Havin trauma immortal forces Bring the all we gather, thru the fog on horses with wooded crotches [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania