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Wicked gangsta wrap.
SHAMAN http://www.soundclick.com/witchdoc
Mista Murda -
http://www.soundclick.com/mistamurda
and J Reed -
http://www.soundclick.com/mrjreed
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #206
Peak in subgenre #28
Rights
Mach One
Uploaded
December 24, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:47
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Deep voices stingin like blades, for we lays them words down/
Rubbin up in yo ears and them abrasions hurt now/
They bringin the heat, and the people thinkin they listen to demons/
But we bound in da flesh and preachin our words and we here for a holy reason/
Awakenin minds, we catch attention, so who better to bring the light in all of the darkness ya'll are cold and ya'll are lost in/
Descended upon our mounts, surrounded by spiritual instruments, the trumpets blare, the cymbols sing, and people look in awe/
We bring with us, forgotten knowledge in scriptures, filtered down to our minds/
From our lofty sources Divine/
Niggaz don't wanna step up, you come and get cut, you didn't give due consideration/
You just indicated you an opponent, so vibrations/
Left our sphere of sensation, and that nasty step you took was our doing/
Get em in a common occurrence, leavin room for debate and arguing/
Heed my tung/
Mr DE, Mach One/
Obliteration to our foes, so you just be not one/
[Verse 2]
We da spokesmen, of knowledge in yo ignorance/
We da ghost men, we callin fo yo rigorous/
Attention to listen to what we got ta say, even though it's coated within the deceptive, circumlocutional lyrics up off our tongues/
And we keepin a lookout for niggaz who thinkin they clever by posin the shit they consider a threat/
In da streets in da music it all be same, a game of amusement, owe me a debt/
And you finna be drinkin death, no matter the beverage in yo cup, or bottle/
So wise up, for yo homies, be a role model/
Under my gaze, yo ways fall broken, and yo days all shorten, cut that life line short/
Up inna me court of demons held within ah me ritual temple/
Keepin it simple, callin, invokin, and sendin dem astral elementals/
For my modus operandi, is esoteric, and my voices speak the truth of many deities/
And so intense are them voices that niggaz wimper in silence/
Even wit them deep voices can we now bring you some violence, oh yes!/
[Verse 3]
How many wanted ta gloat? They got found witta bloodied up throat/
Cuttin up into yo flesh witta blade of ah kinjal dis nigga produced from a coat/
On a moist, cold, dark night when I was walkin down yo road, chantin dem incantations, deep voices whisper on the winds/
"Yo end now begins!" My kin folk hold the fruits of yo sins/
So, don't think dat me only benevolent I got malicious intentions/
Leave em abandoned if they standin in my way, Paimon will damn them/
As I'm driftin like a phantom, hauntin niggaz all at random/
People try but they can't fathom what I say within my anthems/
Those who can become redeemed the rest do meet wit fates I planned em/
Demons hand em death and land em in a hole within the ground/
Satisfaction rises in me, as young bitties dance around/
Hear me laughin like a clown, when a muthafuccah wanna come get this, give em all siccness, put em on a fuccin shitlist/
And get to the dirty bidness/
So carefully henceforth plot yo choices/
Or wait to get visitted by deep voices/
