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Raise Hell Black Visions

for visions so black With wings on a track and stars by my side We end on a higher level Help me solve the cosmic black

prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this living, life as Thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and

lives by telling lies to keep you down from flyin high Up into the skies, to hell with their opinion Calculated ignorance is blurrin their vision Decisions

to be counted, You beat me down surrounded by your million eyes My bones cracked, it sounded like Hell's thunder Under attack, arms pinned back Blurry vision

ready to bust shots The hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark delirious Blow the head off distortion, display it in proportions Maintainin a Grym tale, remainin to raise hell

murder for eight years with his noble position Rais dabbled in occult while he eliminated local children Rais sacrificed kids and the Black Magic summoning demons from hell Gilles De Rais

a meal in three days Chop your neck in three ways, common occurences these days Soon to be locked in a cell for raising hell Looking back upon his life

(feat. The Family) It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars, make

I raise the chalice abode of the dead. I'm susceptible to grimness upon the throne of odium. Black starlighted imperio... decorated by tears of angels