flesh and the naked eye Golgothic, this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom That the superstitions grew Wise to the wolves
i am the lord, i am your god. i am the lord, the almighty god. i am the way, i am the truth, i am the life, i am ... jesus christ i am the son, i am
Analyse hate As wolves catch the sheep Feasting on others Killing, just to survive... Slumbering lust Forfilled with all blood Mirrors will turn Your
If he shoots me down He has every right Hit the lights How fast you gonna run today In Jesus' eyes The minister cursed my name I got skinned alive The wolves
lead me i am so weak without you i'm tired of fighting i need you to fight for me you will be my guide Jesus your voice is so sweet to my ears Jesus
to put it behind us, but n***as always mistake weakness and kindness, till it gets to violence, then it's too late to silence the wolves from howlin,
pull strings like Geppetto Why black people always be the ones to settle March through these streets like Soweto Like Cain and Abel, Caesar and Brutus Jesus
POWER! we ride with kings on mighty steeds across the devil's plain we've walked with Jesus and his cross he did not die in vain No! we' ve run with wolves
Beware of false prophets which come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly they're ravening wolves Matthew said I proclaim Matthew's right it's great
POWER! we ride with kings on mighty steeds across the devil's plain we've walked with Jesus and his cross he did not die in vain No! we've run with wolves
the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves
Mic check, Mic check (Killah BH) We gotta school yall to the game (1, 2, 1, 2), You know what lets talk to em, Lets go! (Joe Budden) Them wolves is
Graveside Kiss an empty Moral The Sunlight tracks The Death we swallow Will you run with me through Wild Plains Will you hunt with me with Wolves Through
carosine Gasoline, tank filled to the top Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces No preechers, strong enough to take me out of my zone I broke Jesus
And in the end we bend but easily break When the forest circuit shorts And the wolves surround your wired ports Of Jupiter, your storm is naught! UV
fight a nigga that ain't gon fight back And that's wack, they don't get you no damn props You niggas is sheeps in wolves clothing and I eat lamb chops
is the head of jesus christ Swear allegiance to me your lord and I will grant you might forlorn fly with the winds and run with the wolves this is a
Tonight the moon is full in the land beyond the forest. The howling of Wallachian wolves, a serenade to the dreariest soul. I'm alone, within the confines