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Intro:
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lady [They killed my baby..oh god they killed my baby]
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judge [Order in the court]
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lady [I will make you pay for this you murderers]
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judge [I said order in the court now! Now, before this
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court passes judgement, will the four defendents
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please rise and approuch the bench]
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gravedigga [Trust me guys, it's all under control
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the judge is my uncle, he'll take the
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insanity plea...oh yeah, don't foget
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my retained balance.]
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judge [Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity
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claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do
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these hidous murders. Can you please explain
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to the court how these so called spirits made
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you into these RAVING MADMEN?!?!]
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Verse One: Scientific Shabazz
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Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
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The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism
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Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
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I come forth with gravediggaz in a head full of dread
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I've been examined ever since I was seamen
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They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon
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At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles
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and drugged me all up with the deseases of evil
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Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple
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I'm fighting a holy war in the mental
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Look deep into my eyes, you'll see visions of death
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Possessed by homicide is what I'm obsessed
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Giving niggaz brain dimples
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Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples
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The cause of death is unknown to the cops
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Cause when I kill them, I'm not leavin one element to autopse
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First I'll assasinate em
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And them I'll cremate them
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and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em
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Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
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Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones
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You try to haunt me nigga, I aint trying to hear it
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Buck Buck Buck, I'll give your ass a holy spririt.
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gravedigga [stressed full, try to avoid all impure
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thoughts. I am loosing my mind . . .]
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judge [Can you please explain to the court when these
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problems first began?]
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Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector
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The year 84, November, day 10
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Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen
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I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years
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Of blood sweat and tears
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I saw the tourture brutal murder of my father
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So my brain became stained with the horror
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I'm having reoccuring nightmares
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Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair
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I got tackled with handcuffs
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And shackled in restraint
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At the bottom of a holy tabernacle
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They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks
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And sewed my eye lids open so I couldn't sleep
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About to die from thirst, that's when the minister
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quinched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar
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Upon my wounds they seasoned my with salt
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And nailed my hands feet to the form of the cross
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AHH!! I cry
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As the blood drips inside of my eye
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refusing to die
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Visions of hell tormented my face
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So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape.
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guy [ oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta
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esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca
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carajo, cono]
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judge [ Calm down people, please calm down
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Let us please procede with the
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defendents explanation ]
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Verse Three: Killer Priest
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Enta the realms of understanding
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And take good heed
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And you could bleed
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While I'm standing
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Three stages of pure hell
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Justications of red cells
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*SHH* rain drops hits the pelv
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Path is dull and narrow
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You're stalked by a shadow
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I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow
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So narrow, only one could enter at a time
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Stuck in the center, read the signs
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A thousand doors to choose
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You better hurry
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Don't stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry
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On your right side there's fire
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On you left, deep waters
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Watch your step, it's deep waters!
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What's that coming through the floor?
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It's a claw
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*PSSH* took his fucking ass to the fucking core
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(AHHH!!)
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Verse Four: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper
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Stroll thruogh the dark conditions
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I stone you till I see sparks of friction
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I chop ya like a coal miner
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Then combine the drug
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And mix it with your blood
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Some more
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I give you some more
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And watch you crawl
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Guts hit the floor
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Worms that |