my first track ever was a 1-verse thing called 'A Warning' 3 and a half years ago. this is a variation on it, takin the nature of the warning from gangsta-moded(as the original was) to occultic-moded.
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
Now ya'll know/
When I creep up slow/
I'ma strike em down, as da fuccin wind blows/
In my tenfold/
Manifestation of pain dealin out all dem blows/
Wrote a word, it became law... it increased yo risk of death to one hundred percent/
I pointed dat blacc athame, and you met wit da demons dat were sent/
In da baccground I lurk, cuz I work in esoteric mannerisms/
Plottin yo fall from da start, witta me hex dat'll give you an anyeurism/
Movin across this country, like a rook moves across a chessboard/
Grippin a kinjal, stalkin you down, and why do I leave a mess? for/
Da reason dat you wuz needin an exceeding amount of bleedin/
See at first I could take it but now it annoyin da way all ya'll niggaz be callin me heathen/
Why? Just because I be doin dat witchchraft, and da blacc occultism?/
Shit, well I guess yo mama never taught you not to insult niggaz/
Who easily willin to haunt wit feelings dat leave you unable ta sleep, unable ta get yo dicc up, unable to sit and stay still fo a minute/
They the descendents of spirits and they been taught by their ancestors all ah da methods/
Dat could leave you coughin up blood, and guts, and bits of intestines, fool/
