People wanted to finish it but no one actually did; so I did. The open collab version is still up if someone wants to get on it.
Wicked gangsta wrap.
SHAMAN http://www.soundclick.com/witchdoc
Mista Murda -
http://www.soundclick.com/mistamurda
and J Reed -
http://www.soundclick.com/mrjreed
Lyrics
From the depths of the burnin Hades/
M A C H O N E ride wit demons he raising/
(Die)
I kill them all, fall down (Slow)/
I watch you (Die)/
I kill you (Slow)/
[Verse 1]
So whenever I got me a case, of a pollution of peace da solution/
I implement deals witta taboo method and process of retribution/
Run to yo preachers, I said run to yo ministers/
Amass in one location so I give you all sinister/
Judgement, punishment, call it execution, don't matter, long as you die in a manner that none of ya'll niggaz expected I come to infect them all, witta disease, no one able ta dream up a remedy, fatal mortality, given by pestilence who/
Wanted a flu?/
But nobody knew/
Dat my shit existed, but mystics, occultists and demonic forces/
Ones who helped to engineer wut da fucc I brought from the sources/
Of all that is dark and all that is ugly, not lovely, in this world/
Now that that's done we'll proceed wit the End of Days wit meteors unfurled/
Let us rain down devastation; animals die/
Homosapiens included, niggaz ran outta time/
And fo wut ya'll bitch muthafuckahz made me go through!? You finna die slowly/
Remember I come as Geburah before you call me unholy/
[Chorus]
(Die)
I kill them all, fall down (Slow)/
I watch you (Die)/
I kill you (Slow)/
x4
[Verse 2]
The stem and the root of the radical essence of yo death is Mach One/
Ready whenever to let the blade fall on yo neck, it's all fun/
The battle begins, and I done hinted again and again why I'll win/
I'm like a legion of Spartan hoplites drawn to the field to reap yo sin/
But I look wit pity upon the fallen, the foolish who didn't know better. They struck down by the Light of Kether now. Come and bear witness to this mess. People have always attacked the Wraith and I don't know why they do it/
Only so long can the spirit of vengeance fight and stand his way all through it/
So lo when wield them kinjal weapons, enemies finna be ripped ta shreds/
Takin my time to slowly tear through flesh in my fuckin shed/
You finna be dead, but first, I'm servin em up a vivisection down yo chest. You wanted to die slow, or else you wouldn't have come to me. Abandoned now to the viceroy of Kamael I will do what must be done to bring balance and by the Scepter of Ma'at/
I'm bringin that shit into focus and niggaz had better be prayin cuz I'ma be slayin em inna my ritual temple prepare to receive an influx of the Will of Mach/
[Chorus]
