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SHAMAN http://www.soundclick.com/witchdoc
Mista Murda -
http://www.soundclick.com/mistamurda
and J Reed -
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It's da Harbinger of Death! Niggaz don't wanna be fuccin around wit dat nigga, da Wraith of Undeath/
I'ma kill ya like Seth/
Did Osiris/
I write this/
And speak da words of a plague, mastoiditis/
Come by this/
Magickal script everyday/
These rival enemies fall, or drop to their knees ta give affection/
I demand no less frum da weak, cuz I view them as an infection/
To those worthy of life, those whom I turn a friendly eye to/
Every other nigga finna be found up in a bayou!/
And I'ma be spoken of by da local tribes as a legend/
"Da Wraith appears when niggaz ready ta die" and even fledgelin/
Shamans and witchdoctors able ta commune wit me/
In a spirit vision, get me ta show em wut soon will be/
A nigga dyin/
A family cryin/
And a funeral pyre/
Get ta work in my ecclesiastical attire/
Circumambulatin, drawin up dat Qlippothic energy/
Lettin those niggaz die, cut down all of my enemies/
[Hook]
If you wanna die now, come fucc wit me u'll get served, I work wit methods unseen, call me now the Harbinger of Murda
Better relinquish attachments to yo life cuz I come ta take it/
Whether or not you ready ta die, my nigga you know I'ma still awaken/
Frum my grave and hear u beggin me, ta "please leave!" Driftin around yo room, a shadow hoverin/
You call yo mother in/
Occultic science means occultic experiments/
Fuccin around wit yo sphere of sensation, think of images mirrorin/
Dem symbols in yo subconscious, while u sleepin nigga, u dreamin at night/
A nightmare of da Wraith of Undeath; last moments of yo life/
So if you come, you will die, you will learn why, I luv ta play wit ya'll/
But don't hang wit ya'll/
When I see you I'm finna be slayin ya'll/
You ain't my homies/
You don't know me/
You ain't down wit my set/
Ya'll wanna hate all day and night dats why u finna get/
Slapped, wit da blacc Hand of God, I'ma cut yo whole family tree down wit my kinjal blade, and some ah ya'll be thinkin u ain't got a damn thing ta lose/
But you'd be surprised at wut u have, remember dat when you choose yo fate
[Hook]
Niggaz don't wanna die, you better be thinkin about sum consequences/
Runnin up outta da blue, u actin a fool, u finna be tossed in ditches/
Servin a nigga a lesson and leavin em wishin they never had spoken/
Creepin up outta da fuccin darkness, nigga I'll catch u when you tokin/
Comin ta smoke em/
Killin a nigga ain't really no fuccin deal, muthafucc a nigga put em in da grave!/
Hit a muthafucca wit da witchcraft, niggaz earned yo pay!/
I don't ever be toleratin any nigga who runnin they mouth and they thinkin they hard/
But instead I'll be lacin em witta me acid I took frum da coffin and burnin em charred/
Nigga me leavin em scarred/
A murdarous rage in my heart, a cold void of a pit of emotion/
But nigga I carry devotion/
And faith to Geburah!/
Wutever conceptions a nigga done got about me well they finna dissolve in da light da glory I bring from my soul and I'm usin da forms just ta prove ya'll/
Ain't no worry no threat to dat nigga who comin up outta dem legions of demons/
Ain't givin no reason/
To leave you all bleedin and seepin/
Da shit in da street/
Cuz I'm leadin/
My life as fuccin sin, I broke da commandments I spit on their pages/
And I ain't da first ta note religion's deadly and contagious/
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