Womb to the Tomb, Cradle to the Grave (Remix)
Order of Spit: Dub DeVille, N Sane Beat = The Procession by Sindustry
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Lyrics
(N Sane)
The crosses stakes raise high in the gravesites
To some these are great sites on the latenight
It ain't right, my left hand man, gotta stay tight
Take life head on, but beware cause ya bate might
Lure the wrong prey, dont get sturred the wrong way
Endure a prolonged stay, cause I'm so sure these songs play
And as sure as I am of that, as I am of this
WHEN YOU FADE TO BLACK AND I TURN TO MYST
We'l return in the abyss, be learned as a gift
We were birthed out of pits, of the Earth outta spit
There was worms, there was piss, the girth was too thick
We earned our script, we are worth our width
Times a thousand with rhymes astoundin
The minds out our mouths, designin foulness
I'm climbin moutains, runnin fields, swimmin oceans
I stunned ya shield when I spoke with the most grimmest notion
Ya shell then cracked, ya hell came back
I'm compelled to sell this pay back
When I say facts, between the same tracks
You wouldn't understand, you couldn't wonder plans
To think out this when the thunder BLAMMED
You hid for cover, you slid this under
My doorstep, I must fit this blunder
I'll bludgeon a bunch of the ruggedest roughest
Have you sunk in the stomach of myself and my brothers
Bite a chunk out the budget, one more thing, tell me somethin
If you're so tough why was it that a simple nudge had you budgin
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