his spirit and gave him these words. a??Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna,a?? Words that would resurrect the masses if delivered correctly and in time. Over two
This is the tale of ELRIC before he was called womanslayer before the final collapse of MELNIBONE this is the tale of the two Black Swords Mighty
the track.) The new born thing hard to describe Like a rat that's been trapped inside A warehouse face, near a city tide Brown sockets, purple eyes A
swarming Disgorging the troops, formations forming The low drone of the horning Sounding out a call, then a warning A nuclear salvo where GWAR was encroaching Within a
' down the earth Ipoh City the land where my hip hop gave birth *YOGI B* Let me tell you a true story my true story From the kampung to city unbelievable
of his court A quartermaster, quite a man, a mistress of the line Has found a last cent avenue of pain A mardi gras just passed this way a while ago
I mean. Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table. Pockets that mark the diff'rence Between a gentlemen and a bum, With a capital "
. l'm a son of a sea-cook, and a cook in a trader; I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the main-boom; I can handle a jigger, and cuts a big figure Whenever
raw. Bust a left turn, Was all self burst. Took a shocker was the driver. On a different tale
on buck and I molest the wood I come down that Tidwell with females in a V12 Fully loaded on Spew ells, my crack sell off client tale I'm Mike Jones
life, flip the page Yo they askin me how old, we livin the same age I feel the rage of a million niggaz locked inside a cage At exactly which point do
can never get back Sitting in the all night cafe in a curl of smoke Telling tales of the road By the glow of a flickering lighter We went stumbling
A tale of two cities Right there It's time we set it straight, connect with Dre the correct way Predictin' platinum in less than a day So for that told
to the tales of the niggas who got crept on Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (spice 1) I hit two niggas up in the ankle and one in the
man (to the floor) to the floor (bring that beat back!) Chorus: Just bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that patrone, so get like me Just bought a
Yo, you ever go outside at night, look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky?and think to yourself that?s a big sky! Like an inkwell? In a city that
tattooed across our open ended vagina. We learned to our amazement untold tale of scandal. Two long centuries buried in the musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume. America was a