Listen We the apostles We're here to cast out Not a prophet for the profit Yea, I'm my brother's keeper To save the innocent from the grim reaper Yea it's bound to happen Bout to put you in the sleeper Wallah, summon YHWH I hit you with the tweeters Doubt if you want to I'll make you a believer (Oh, you got a problem?) Yea They can make hard on them self if they want to When I speak, its a scripture And I hit ya-Aye! Czarny Wilk I got the pack and that's the gang-Aye! The heathens tremble from the bass And when we sang-Aye! We gotta call up the Mantic Do our thang-Aye Bad vibes, I rebuke you Pedophiles, I'll shoot you Logophile, I choose to Use syllables as weapons Don't get to mess around with innocent These rounds be infinite Artillery of energy Bullets articulate
Moor! Yea, its the return of the Moor More! If you want more
(Whats a Moor?) (I ain't never heard of no Moor!) (Excuse me sir, what is a Moor?) (Listen, honey can you tell me what a moor is?) (Oh man, what's what's a Moor?) (Aye, dawg, the fuck is a moor?)
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