salvation (possession) eternal motherfuckin' damnation (possession) possession (16x) the hatred of hells fires for mankind burn inside me my lifeless dead black eyes, tell no lies
given The angel seemed so good and honest The man decided to pay the price As his soul lay in the angel's hand The angel gave him the keys To the treasure
skills, or freestylin' when y'all wildin' Im broadcastin all the way live from Philly's Long Island I visualize cream, tech's scrap with infered beams Stash keys
my back on you I will put the bodys of your sons inside their tombs I will throw your rotten bones into a sea of lies My black soul will be your curse
Send the foreigners the coroners A mess no vest multiplied wounds on chest Invest in free markets, cream cheese and pockets Three keys to a promise, stash keys
give me yo' keys Can't you see I ain't settlin' down No I ain't settlin' down 'Cuz I get around It ain't no need to tell you no lies I don't want no
power strengthens your black heart Black odyssey, a search to be free Look for the keys, come ride with me See through the lies with funeral insight
such an earthly goddess That I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My
Tanin'iver Liftoach Nia! Black - The flame that burns inside Black - The flame that never died Tanin'iver - The serpent power is rising up my spine Black
and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took a couple of Saturdays I moved
us Is history built on dust I was sweating on poet's words Great nations and governments Sweet lies and victories Eager and keen to please those good keys
's left to us Is history built on dust I was sweating on poet's words Great nations and governments Sweet lies and victories Eager and keen to please those good keys
can keep ya puss i dont want no more bush no more war no more iraq no more white lies the president is black (Chorus2x) my president is black my mayback
on the benz with the keys To high to see his own enemies his baby mama with him in a short skirt his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse his
Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said
skies are turning grey Nuclear and gamma rays There's a tomb for everyone And for the deeds that you have don I hold the keys to paradise You hold the keys to sin and lies
Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud They can
my own chicks It's, no need to be rude (shit) I let the butcher chop it up and key food And hit her with the keys if she's on bended knee like boyz ii