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Hail Mary by N Sane & Dub DeVille
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This just might be my favorite track by us... Order of Spit: Dub DeVille, N Sane Beat = Abandon by Devize
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #233
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
N Sane & Dub DeVille
Uploaded
September 22, 2004
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
(Dub DeVille) The hour rests before my midnight arrives How I forget my wish and goodnight goodbyes Let speech impair my last breath I need no barren last said oF staring at death Unfair, be of flesh Uncaring was wept In a tear we lost Kept in a buried locket Word is worth the sacred cost, It's top dollar, knock it You'll be buried in the rubble As your fingers stumble Down them rock bottom pockets The cost is eternity Deville pawned is soul To a God in a hole And a virgin spoke sin At the falling of a stone We all hush into a murder scene Further me through a herd of sheep With a sacrificial lamb and they murdered me Ask your perverted priests Cause they converted me Put words in my mouth Only dirt could clean Rebirth of a purity Most Gracious Most Mercifully (Chorus) Every tounge Hail Mary oNE will carry footsteps from the past, cause Everyone will bare heed As I spare thee no look of compassion Last one who's laughing (N Sane) The phantom prophet predicted results thats catastrophic Shiftin & shockin the asphault from a landed comet I'm an escaped damaged project, a failed experiment The priest who's Islamic, wailed in Arabic The Catholic held his holy water, Satan told his armies to "Show me slaughters" God told his to "Hold thee sword up" can't describe how cold these wars was Not because these details is too hellish And it is, it's just that I won't live it to tell it Back to the saga of my plight, where karma disposes spite Where drama encloses nights, and harm opposes my life When I die and it's the aspire of my spirit I will come back thru voices in a quire as a lyric Or as a deaththreat letter with a devistating outcome Or a song that reminds you of it on an album Which makes you decide it was your time to go, ruinedzone I'll return as words written on your suicide note and ya tombstone
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