[written by Grom] I come for you my hollow skull with dust of bones and blood I came for you my silent curse to breath it and destroy. With
[written by Grom] I come for you my hollow skull with dust of bones and blood I came for you my silent curse to breath it and destroy. With mask
I prepared before our arrival here, I have studied the alignment of Cheops, Chefren and Mykerinos. It is as I suspected. Tomorrow, I leave the imperious
:] I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost I got an itchy trigger finger and
, music is the key Cause the rhythm?s gonna get me, music takes me higher Music is my life, music is the key You?re my first, you?re my last, you are
you/ With the mic as my untensil, I write rhymes monumental If I offend you, I meant to. When I'm on an instumental It's just so sentimental, Takin you
ice is white you try me I'm a have to hurt you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors The grill is cold
, you fucking with rode rage Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces Not for the fingers, bitches fighting
scare you I ain't tryin' to hear you I ain't tryin' to control that nigger in the mirror I'll I'm tryin' to do is bark before I fight Before I lay you
ain't no sleep coming Out mining a slippery world Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel And bombers named after girls On bridges of black ice not built for
ammunition for a mental war like a missile carrier I'm sick like a kid from Somalia, carrying Malaria When I rhyme I split razor blades that fix the sound
you realize that you're fucked Two to the brain I leave a migraine Have you coolin like a vegetable, but you're not edible It's the incredible, buck
that amazes Melts down polar caps with solar raps When I drop hits, your shoulder snaps For eight weeks you're doing that sling thing Cause I was doing
repents drowse I gather the upas blooms I have plumbed the northern ice For a spell like frozen lead In lost grey fields of rice I have learned from mongol dead. Where a bleak black mountain stands I
now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin click when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin Freddy
comes, I want my pockets filled wit lumps Puba, you know me for 20 odd years Let's raise our glasses in cheers, ?that was all our? careers You know what