lesson we must learn All the misery - Hand of God Violence and disease - Hand of God Population losing faith Devastating crime - Hand of God No respect for life - Hand of God
the poison, break the snake This is your calling To stop the cobra's charm Pierce your skin (it preys upon your neck) Venom, it burns (the toxin works
step up in the bar, faggots wanna look like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand
journalism or vandalism 9th Prism terrorizin victims Wu organism, pillaging like the pilgrims [9th Prince:] 9th Prince wisdom is like a poisonous virus venom Bionic venom
phoners a.s.a.p. to build careers out of misquoting So I read Aesop interviews and get schooled on my own motives It's a pocketful of nickels, like Cool Hand
toilsome journey through hell It is the purest venom from the forbidden fountain The serpent's dew that awakens the self Each step further from Eden is a step of a dawning god
I met her for, strictly city Thick cliques mixed with Big Lee Can't disturb, stand clap hands dance and swerve For the spot where nobody else should fix a hand
Look around... I hear the sound of a voice inside my head Saying things that I can't understand Telling me a life may soon be dead I wonder from what hand
I am the dirty hand and I?m the filth I am the tongue which drips the venom I am ambition and I?m becoming sin I am desire, the rope of guilt Completion
fling don't play that The cross u gotta bear I can't weigh that If it ain't the word of god don't say that If u mad blame god, where the weight at [chorus
can't hold it in) I gotta, I gotta let it all out [J-Ro] I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom I fold your clothes with your body still in
sin em, the Alkaholik venom I fold your clothes with your body still in em The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott The only way you take my spot is with a shot I grab rappers by the hand
your lungs, and blow out your fucking back 2004, the start of an arising One hand on the plan, the other hand on the bible I'm the man, your ghetto American
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thinkin my niggas might flaw y'all Blow ya ammo, Shallah seen the god fly commando Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off I'm lookin at you why, like
[Prelude: The Phantik] We just want to thoroughly saturate areas with the reality of God I mean the transcendent God-the God that's far above and beyond
doubted my skill level But I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level You been introduced to some of the real rebels Injected with venom from god to
