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SHAMAN http://www.soundclick.com/witchdoc
Mista Murda -
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and J Reed -
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #814
Peak in subgenre #113
Author
Blacc Magickians
Rights
Blacc Magickians
Uploaded
February 14, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:02
Lyrics
[Intro]
...and upon His dromedary did He come forth. Flanked to His left: LABAL. Flanked to His right: ABALIM. He who doth commandeth 200 legions of demons...
PAIMON.
And forth did He reacheth His hand, and the Blacc Magickians rose again.
[Hook]
Paimon came in the middle of the night with a poker/
Came to rekindle them Magickians like a stoker/
It'll be coldness... evil incarnate!/
-repeat-
[Verse 1]
I'm comin like terrible rats. Magickians is back. We ready to murder our enemies/
Did it once, do it yet again, cuz we reap yo sin wit the blaccest energy/
Them blaccest of blacc magickians. What we decide; do it up in the temple. Grippin a kinjal!/
Comin ta bring yo death, my people stop at the steeple/
Knock at the door, let us in! The wind doth speak to ye in the midnight hour/
Raise thine head and prepare to witness the spiritual miracle evil power/
Given unto them Wraiths and the Walkin Dead by Paimon the King of Many/
Look at what a nigga wanna come and insist to the holy Seraphim but plenty/
'ah people been known to be thrown out their body, their soul all stuck and lost confused in the astral/
Scratchin their ethereal head and the images shapes bout to come and do battle/
To rattle yo views of reality/
These demons ain't outta me yet/
Can't handle me/
Spittin my rhymes when I'm up in my mind is spiritual entities they overshadowing/
Nigga you wanna be kept and preserved through the onslaught and havoc I'm bout to be droppin?/
You stuck in nostalgia you wishin you never did fuck with the evilest demons who stoppin/
The happiness that may be leakin up into yo life and we gonna replace it wit drama/
We gonna bring nothin but misery into yo history up to the day you meet with the embalmer.../
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Mista Murda freestyle.
[Verse 3]
Work it like witches!/
Diggin my enemies ditches/
It's just/
Wickedness that pours forth. Get em at any distance/
When I do that magick, stirrin the cauldron, callin up all the demons who all be screamin/
For me to be servin em people to go and disrupt and them leave em all bleedin/
Niggas is all in need of Jesus and an exorcism/
Once all of these niggas did not believe, but I nullified their skepticism/
Break the prism of the prison that they bound themselves to/
Let em know the Wraith has come to send em all to Hell, fool!/
Come and then get yo death/
When I go to murder them, take they breath/
My niggas get dark, my niggas get mental/
Look at the shades! They are rekindled!/
Up in my temple/
Hittin them niggas wit magickal feats, I'm tracin them pentagrams/
I'm wearin them seals of Solomon when I be callin in demons from in the land/
We comin up out the abyss, we comin from Hades, niggas be thinkin we crazy/
But they ain't ever aware of Goetic demons we be raising/
So we kill em, we kill em, we kill em wit ceremonial magick!/
Put em all in the ground, the Blacc Magickians is back, bitch!/
