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Wicked gangsta wrap.
SHAMAN http://www.soundclick.com/witchdoc
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Song Info
Genre
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Peak #13,228
Peak in subgenre #2,055
Author
Mach One
Rights
Mach One
Uploaded
December 24, 2005
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:01
Lyrics
You niggaz be thinkin I'm givin a fucc wut u claimin?/
See I got at my bacc a whole legion ah demons u ain't shit/
And it ain't no voodou, hoodou, nigga I'm workin da goetic seals/
Gotta Solomonic setup of a ritual temple to bring em all here/
Me summon dem demons like Beelzebub nigga I just don't be givin a fucc/
Give em sum candles and incense or give em an animal sacrifice, birds like a duck/
And call em again to enlist a dozen of infernals I got me sum niggaz ta kill/
Rollin dem names of Divinity offa my tung and they ride to go work wut I will/
Cut open my hand wit me kinjal and smearin da blood on a contract/
Paimon and Amaimon agree: I got hundreds ah niggaz in contact/
Get ready or don't, it don't matter cuz now here I come see I'm reapin me crops/
I planted yo life and I'm takin bacc at da end of it ready or not/
A banshee's a sign of yo death/
Da Wraith of Undeath comin takin yo breath/
You struggle, resist and me leavin a mess/
And you still gon be up in my cart and at rest/
See while I be writin dem demons be makin dem noises up inna me hallway/
Footsteps and voices they chantin Enochian speakin in tungs and dats all day/
Put in me images, symbols and feelings and nigga I really don't know who I am/
Ain't nuthin more than a demonically-influenced Golden Dawn Practicus cloaked in me sins/
I'm plagued by da headaches these spirits inflict on me, fucc em all nigga a plague on they seal!/
Ve-Geburah outta Severity nigga no Chesed to keep me all balanced I feel/
Like takin a kinjal to all of these niggaz who actin self-righteous 'holier-than-thou'/
Fucc a Freemason! Mahabone yo ass bacc to Israel no helpin da widow's son now/
The Ordo Templi Orientis is nuthin but gluttonous niggaz I'll strike em all down/
Come at me wit all of yo Pontiffs Iluminatus and get sent to da ground, nigga!/
But don't get it wrong cuz my nigga's da Beast call him Aleister Crowley/
But he ain't an Ipsissimus, just an Adept, he ain't really so holy/
And when nine of ya'll niggaz gon work up sum ritual magick to throw me/
I'll hit u up, get u up into a state of confusion you'll know me/
As Evil Incarnate dat nigga who's givin a blessin of death to my enemies quicc/
They silenced by Ankou he rollin dem carts by and niggaz be gettin real sicc/
I'll dig up ya grave its complete witta coffin, you coughin while dragged to da ditch/
Muthafuccaz expectin a G but instead they'll be gettin da work of a witch/
I'm flowin and goin deep into da mystical aspects of Mach One/
Da Wraith of Undeath just a title and one I've been given by Paimon, I got sum/
Dat niggaz would know and realize I don't play when I rise frum da grave at da end of da day/
I ride in da bacc of Four Horsemen and nigga me tellin em who's to be saved/
Who's to be laid to sleep foeva/
Who's to be made to weep fo neva/
Shuttin they mouth in the presence of niggaz and spirits who steadily restin in Kether/
Niggaz illuminated and enlightened and bein expressions of God's will/
And none of you punk muthafuccaz is able to stand against me nigga got killed/
By demons? Oh no, and by spirits? Oh no, an abstraction of holy concepts/
Emanations and da functions of God, Sephiroth, Geburah nigga done got sent/
To all da Qlippoth and I'm likin dat realm it's Oreb Zaraq nigga now send me regards/
Da king of infernals, we call him Amaimon, he'll torture yo ass till it's da end and real hard/
And who be dat nigga who teachin da methods of darkness to those who done got da sight?/
And who be da nigga who reachin ta choke ya wit wires and pullin dat shit real tight?/
And who be da one dat done got him an angel to work thru da background, he Lucifer?/
And who be da one who be sendin and settin dem demons out, lettin em loose to burn/
My enemies, killin these bitches who runnin around like a swarm of bees/
Thinkin ta diss and ta bust at me caps but don't know I'm dat nigga who holdin these/
Sigils protectin da land and da house of Mach One, dat you gettin da
