The lords of the passes are arming their vassals You'll find no shelter that way The conscripts they've taken have never returned And our hopes fade with
Die by the sword or in chains Men kneel in temples of madness False prophets spread discord and fear Darkness descends once again They say the Lords
doom Die by the sword or in chains Men kneel in temples of madness False prophets spread discord and fear Darkness descends once again They say the Lords
his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, whoa I haunt MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin' swords
care cause they miserable School lil niggaz You could by diamonds but I could play wit words that's a jewel lil nigga Tongue sharp like a sword I
to say, lookin' what I lost today (And these are the things that I) She's got a sword, in case though this is not her, Lord In case, the one who can
For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection Verse Two: A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice Lords Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and right See these versus I praise is like a double edged sword with the glory of the lord, you could
corrupt no longer stuck up up and away we go Yerushalayim is our home (chorus: said lord raise me up from the ground I've been here so long I said lord
Oh Lord, I'm a very sharp sword Number one upon the billboard It's the effect you don't expect You never know what's coming next So get a grip quick drop
' Sega in the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master,
'Cause over history, mystery brought us nuttin but misery Man mo' people done died, in the name of the Lord Than in any natural disaster, disease or gang war Before guns there was swords
m giving ya'll a whole enchilada Rappin hard I went back to the drawing board Got me a sharper sword Jumped on the right horse Good Lord! It ain't a game
cuts, lookin' for cops I kept on runnin' for three years too mutha fuckin' long And had to cope wit' everythang that went wrong I got the Lord in my
In the garden where he was cast out by the Lord Flames an omni-directional sword For he has ever failed to gather up the fruit And thus was banished with
like an iguana through a peephole Fuck wit it ya midget u comin up very short But, fuckin wit cha head is just a vocabulary sport, see My sword swings in the form of the lord
her But though I try with all my might She will laugh at my mighty sword She will laugh at my mighty sword Why must everybody laugh at my mighty sword? Lord
the season That they born in You fight in the streets Start bleedin' 'til the blood is pourin' In the gutter, mothers cry 'til the Lord be livin' By the sword
