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• Artiste: Kashmere
• Titre: Souls of The Unborn
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[kashmere] from the depths of the nothing my will is manifested raise up from the dust homeboy you're getting tested in this final wager man i'm on some next shit order from chaos i'm getting this perfected the dragon is getting stronger in the belly of the mother hope you're a fast runner cause when there's somewhere to run, nowhere to hide from the dark side unless you can fly [chorus] in the belly of the beast there's, lurking in the shadows of your soul there's staring down the barrel of a gun there's in the centre of the earth there's behind false reality there's standing face to face with the devil that's [kashmere] from the depths of the nothing my will is manifested raising up from the dust homeboy you're getting tested up in the final wager, that adam i'm on some next shit order from chaos i'm getting this shit perfected, like g-o-d is the god walking my own path forging my own destiny i hysterically laugh the dragon is getting stronger in the belly of the mother, what hoping you're a fast runner (shout outs) from the depths of the nothing my willing is manifested raising up from the dust homeboy you're getting tested up in the final wager, that adam i'm on some next shit order from chaos i'm getting this shit perfected, like g-o-d is the god walking my own path forging my own destiny i hysterically laugh the dragon is getting stronger in the belly of the mother, what hope you're a fast runner it's St John's revelations in widescreen surround sound produced by LG, premiere screening uptown starring Jesht and Kashmere, the black phantom the combination, it's ill, it's murder to the stanton crazy like the man in the mirror my reflection knows me so now i'm seeing things clearer led to meant to be free i walk into the jaws of hell peace to the George Orwell silver chaos pending i'm dropping ill spells up in the physical dimension over my tantric old styles i spit the ill verse cause my eyes see the ill scene like Steven Spielberg drawing power from the souls of the unborn i capture an angel, pierce the skin with a thorn and i'm doing the Lord's head in because i won't stop that's until i reach the hills of armageddon [chorus] in the belly of the beast there's, lurking in the shadows of your soul there's staring down the barrel of a gun there's in the centre of the earth there's behind false reality there's standing face to face with the devil that's [Jehst] let us pray for the souls of the unborn roadkill in the headlights of the juggernaut (x3) the impact of the metaphor's crazy burst from the chest like a xenomorph baby let us pray for the souls of the unborn roadkill in the headlights of the juggernaut blood pumps fast with the forces of metaphor burst forth from the chest... let us pray for the souls of the unborn roadkill in the headlights of the juggernaut the impact of the metaphor's crazy burst from the chest like a xenomorph baby insterstellar war, lock colt we came to crush planets like peppercorns and rock salt higher levels of meditation, teleportation it's my method of transportation had the epicentre with a sandstorm formation they got the rancourt chasing they ran for the safe haven but like damien, each wore satan's calculation born from the satanic ovary black magic now practiced to a poetry see the milk turn blood red, flowing free zombies, junkies, the undead blowing trees in the totally totalitarian police state better watch for the checkmate cause you could be a sacrificial offering a pawn in the hands of the dark lord's offspring got us on the front line of the warzone protect your neck and leave open your torso i'm the locksmith, you'll never need doormen apocalypse come and say hello to the horsemen