demons in your mind Taking you down To the forever black Now it's my time to rise Break you down and grind your soul Fear and disgust cracks your face
Traduction: Face Down (US). Demon Seed.
Like all the colors of a royal flush And he's slapping down those dollar bills One hundred, two hundred And I see alot of faces Maybe 18,000 faces And
Bullet the blue Bullet the blue ...ah...ah... In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed
sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed
speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face
the sound The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts Carrying the demons soring with the hearts I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain Only lay it's demon
Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray,
on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face
sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed
runnin. I'm runnin through every city street and town across our country I'm runnin. And as I run I see faces surrounding me Faces surrounding me I see faces
Stickin millie in they faces No cases Lucky me Cuzz Simon said im gonna live through the shoot of sellin Big budda Blunts big enough for a pharmacital distrubtor Pimp you tha Go down
My inner demons compel me to be here Your cheeks are flush like rose petals You're consumed with rage But I'm consumed with you Eyes intertwine through
my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin', unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face
sound The wind is my ebony, blowing evil thoughts Carrying the demons, soring with the hearts I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain Only lay it's demon
on this unleavened bread I triple dart mines try not aim the rhyme laser Beings make it weak, beings screams for the fake Unseen rancid ya faced traitors face
