It’s about driveth, it’s about pow'r, we stayeth fill'd with pangs of hunger, we englut
putteth in the w'rk, putteth in the hours and taketh what’s ours
black and samoan in mine own veins, mine own culture bangin’ with strange
i changeth the game so what’s mine own moth'rf^^kin’ nameth? (rock)
what those gents gonna receiveth though?
desecration, defamation, if 't be true thee wanna bringeth t to the masses
visage to visage anon we escalatin’ at which hour i has't to putteth boots to a^^es
cullionly on ya liketh a dreameth at which hour i’m rumblin’
you’re gonna screameth, “mama”
so bringeth drama to the king brahma (then what?)
comin’ at ya’ with extreme mana (ahoo, ahoo, ahoo)
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