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Wicked gangsta wrap.
SHAMAN http://www.soundclick.com/witchdoc
Mista Murda -
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and J Reed -
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,298
Peak in subgenre #208
Author
Mach One
Rights
Mach One
Uploaded
May 25, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:50
Lyrics
Is he a nigga or a demon? Nobody knows but those/
Who done seen em while they dreamin, rollin wit hos? Oh no!/
See my female companions consist of witches and Sirens/
And all my nigga companions consist of kings, dukes and byrons/
Them spiritual entities from Hell, when you open da Key of Solomon/
You better be closin it quicc or get haunted by shit dat'll keep on hollerin/
Inside yo cranial chamber/
"What's out in the manger!?"/
"Niggaz in danger!"/
As a Wraith I'ma walk all over ya'll, like a Norris Texas Ranger/
You droppin yo gauge down/
You just couldn't hang now/
Cuz when you saw me, you saw da shadows movin, mouths dat opened, sang loud:/
"Who is it? Who is it? Who comes hither?/
Who art thou walking in His presence? Get thee thither!"/
Ya'll niggaz mundane, you don't got a clue who da fucc you listen to/
When you play some traccs of Mach One dat got you walkin and whistlin to/
Tha beats of Shadowville, what a delicious mix of evil!/
Disseminated to crowds of people/
Now listen, know who I am...
[Hook]
It's da Wraith uv Undeath, dat nigga you see before you die/
Wit da banshees driftin around me, death has come before yo time/
Appearin as a reflection of you; the harbinger of death/You can't fight against me niggaz, I am da Reaper/
x2
Put yo mind to da test, can you figure my circumlocutions?/
Can you figure out who da fucc I am by da way I claim to do shit?/
Cuz I keep it Geburic/
And dat means Divine, all da time/
I leave dem clues, I give dem hints and it ain't too hard to figure my rhymes/
Lemme keep on doin it now, lemme draw da Light of Kether? Nah!/
Hittin my enemies feelin da pain of da Seraphs, and what you saw/
Wuz da physical expression of my ceremonial magick/
Manifestin as a plague, bringin events that they'll say is tragic/
But drastic is what I call it when you got a mass ah sheeple unable ta think fo theyself, so that's how I decide how I'm finna be bringin da vengeance of Nemesis/
And ain't one of ya'll innocent/
Niggaz guilty to one degree or another, you feelin this/
Cold pain stabbin at yo heart yet?/
Not yet, you niggaz/
I make yo life real hard, till you got it/
Till you understood what I'm tryin ta teach, and preach, and leave ya'll wit: a gift uv undeath/
But it seems ya'll really don't even want it!/
[Hook]
Let me sing to ya'll/
While I bring to ya'll/
A gleamin kinjal, finna gut you and your going to fall/
Down a wormhole, a twistin spiral, comin out on the other side/
A changed nigga, numb and dead, and stripped of yo pride/
Cuz niggaz learn ta be humble, when they invoke the wrath of the Wraith/
Hit em up wit an eighth of my will! Nigga feel da taste of my faith/
In my black magickal ways/
Witta me curse, put ya house ablaze/
You niggaz ain't fuccin wit me cuz I got me immunity in the end of days/
Who do I praise? I praise myself! Ain't no other nigga worthy/
But Paimon deserves his props, if it weren't for him, you'd be able ta hurt me/
But ya can't, because of da fact dat ya'll niggaz been bound by da will of God ta not/
Thinkin you fuccin wit Mach? Nah! Niggaz you know dat I got all/
Da legions of Amaimon watchin out for me twenty-four seven/
Put it on yo life dat you niggaz would die if you came ta ride wit yo brethren/
Wit an intent oh so arrogant, thinkin you right and I'm wrong/
But now you know who I am, if you paid some heed to this song/
[Hook]
