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• Artiste: Vinnie Paz
• Titre: The Conjuring
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Yeah – Yeah Alright, yeah The prime directive is the connection to the Andromedans I’m washed in the blood of the lamb and all of its vitamins The sheep stray, that was the fate of David and Solomon The alba-draconian sacred ages of Ottoman The King Cobra .357 will disembody ‘em Constantinople, Monasticis and Masasi men The Law is All Powerful, hum the Allah (sireren) (?) Cop a base blood from a binary (song) monument Geneticists and other biologists startin’ arguin' Breakthrough in spiritual consciousness wasn’t opulent Life was only real if the common creator authored it The war in Heaven all of the seven honored the arm of it Parasitic astral deities inform the occupants Them headshots is comin' for the top like it’s a condiment The law of one, raw, channeling, challenging continents Physical death, mystical breath, it’s found in the documents It’s the earth, it’s the moon, it’s the stars It’s the word, it’s the drums, it’s the bars It’s the war, it’s the blood, it’s the scars I’m the conjurer, I’m the conjurer It’s the earth, it’s the moon, it’s the stars It’s the word, it’s the drums, it’s the bars It’s the war, it’s the blood, it’s the scars I’m the conjurer, I’m the conjurer Divide and conquer, grand strategy of the Reptilians Witches and Warlocks congregate in the pavilion Fundamental and coded bases for the civilians I took the shotty and dug the bodies, it’s in the millions UFO’s and the aboriginal resilience Locusts plague genetic sequence of insectilions (?) The satanic rituals, circus is Picadilian The voice of Revelation, atomic lighters from Lilian (?) You don’t want a war, you’ll be warrin' with the Sicilians Kiss the ring, Vinnie the King like he Arthur Williams The man from Planet Risk, he saw an ominous orb there The double-cross system, the psychological warfare Malevolent extraterrestrials is in my crosshair Forty-six chromosomes, two forever gone there Came from Mesopotamia, chemicals were restored there The raw childs of London, the Babylonian blood there It’s the earth, it’s the moon, it’s the stars It’s the word, it’s the drums, it’s the bars It’s the war, it’s the blood, it’s the scars I’m the conjurer, I’m the conjurer It’s the earth, it’s the moon, it’s the stars It’s the word, it’s the drums, it’s the bars It’s the war, it’s the blood, it’s the scars I’m the conjurer, I’m the conjurer