seek a deeper line? To fill the hollow inside? You just watch your moves, cause I am back from the grave! Lazarus returned from the velvet deathzone
Übersetzung: Die Krone. Back From The Grave.
To seek a deeper line? To fill the hollow inside? You just watch your moves, cause I am back from the grave! Lazarus returned from the velvet deathzone
from underneath your fragile pride and kick stand. So when it all clears and the rain clouds fade you can stay with the rest of the skeletons in their grave
: [Killah Priest:] From black planets I fell from space Thru a neon cloud, to touched down created a Nephilim race Chased my bad spirits, six wizards
rope or dope Just a key from piano cane and cuts from a musical note Look a beautiful flow, I seen the End of Days Bent up graves, the rival of the Messiah
me on a black cross Black crows near both arms Blood drippin' from both palms And I'm squirmin' cuz the sore of my wounds are burnin' Tossed from the
to sour words from bitter tongues We live in slums, niggaz pull the triggers on their guns From day to night, the grave sight Where snakes appear shed
angel and fades as the mist comes and goes. Way over yonder, night after night until dawn. A faithful old slave, come back from the grave (searchin')
that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some
on the mission, to pull fire on your opposition Revelation was the vision of this Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit My story goes back
's been a few now everything I do is for King, messiah, dazasha, demonte lord they all I got so please don't take em from me from me standin in the trap
From left and to the right Clash of the titans Clash of the titans Payback time Now, Braveheart I have you in my grasp The crown is mine I'll rule this
that mothafucker get back rip that 9 millimeter, clip gat bust a U where these niggaz at? let's push that wig back Toones and Dub-C back to slaughter
backed off of Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap Statistically in fact, it's so sad to see us re-enact These tragic events, which lead us back
and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back
ash. Steady nothin' but crust, when I keep bustin' and cussin', but I also pull triggas. All ah my niggas are keepin' the money, trustin' the family from the grave
't survive nigga, if I chose you Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal Who told you, you could roll through My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow
