Testi:
Sound Storm Lord Of The Blood

In this battle you're victorious Now go back to your home Sad omen hangs over your love Many battles won, many ripped lives Blood is on his face blood

the sound of the police in my hood [Ludacris:] Everybody on the corner with the work slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store Blowin money cause

crew thick mist in the trail I'm feelin' pressure off the tess Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my blood

Just like the Sun bringin heat run up nigga u gone see bitch [Lord Infamous] Lords the horrid Very morbid Chainsaw roaring Niggas blood is pouring Arts

look up to the lord, huh! You got to look up and you got to pray for your children, huh! You got to pray for that man in front of the liquor store,

don't be ashamed C'mon and? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mo Stylez] Sound the alarm boy we bout to drop the bomb Raise ya arms boy we like a blazing storm Wreaking

of the wicked wilderness I hear the sound of the trumpets, blowing across the heavens It's calm -- prepare, for the storm, of the seven Shabazz, the Disciple

serves the master Sound the charge on Sabbaths day. Charge! Crest the demon's souls Show yourselves in power Angels fear resist nothing holds the storm

see His wrath come down And the Lord descending from the sky When you hear the trumpets sound God has answered Jerusalem's cry When the sun goes black And the moon blood