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Listen Mage Divi Pana Nala Rakinne (Sinhala Hymn) with Lyrics


To Dethrone The Witch-Queen Of Mytos K'Unn (The Legend Of The Battle Of Blackhelm Vale) (Bal-Sagoth)

[The Chronicles of War:]
The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power
known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the
Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops
with great sorceries, she had s een all opposition fall before the ravening
swords of her forces since the first bloody campaign; the invasion of the
ancient and noble realm of Delania. The aftermath of the final battle had seen
the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, an d the torture and
execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner. During the ensuing
months, more kingdoms and satrapies toppled before the might of Zyrashana's
legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus
Ebonfy re, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a
demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the
expansion of their queen's dark dominion, the hordes of Mytos K'unn began the
incursion into the lands of the Northern Tribes, beginning with the grim and
brooding territories south of the Snow Kingdoms... the rugged homelands of the
warlike clans which had been recently united into a strong realm by the
powerful warrior-king Caylen-Tor, a man known to his allie s and enemies alike
as the Wolf of the North. Thinking the barbaric tribesmen little threat, the
Witch-Queen intends a largely unopposed march throught their lands to strike
at the wealthy and fertile realms beyond the Mountain Kingdoms to the west...
bu t Caylen-Tor has vowed that a searing torrent of blood and steel shall meet
all those who deign to enter unwelcome or drive their standard unbidden into
his land... As grim winter slowly yields to spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn
begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's
forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known for centuries as the Gate to the
Northlands, soon reaches the highla nd stronghold of Caylen-Tor. Grimly taking
up his sword and spear and donning the woad of war, he vows that Zyrashana
shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture in his sacred lands.
Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base
of the valley, preparing to march with th dawn. The court shamans forsee
rivers of blood and untold carnage, and great battlespells are woven as
Caylen-Tor leads his vastly outnumbered Northlander warriors to the misty,
moon-swathed e xpanse that is Blackhelm Vale. Legends say that the blood of
many kings has been spilled on the dark earth of the valley over the
generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once
again drink deep this night. With his army si lent and brooding beneath the
moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war
written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget...

[The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords):]
O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...
Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death.
Come, moon-fogs, Descend to cloak our numbers, the heady scent of battle
My ash-hafted spear feels good in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh
gloriously) woad anointed,
Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage,
I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as havoc churns the heather!

A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the
fen-witches of the great mere... Deep night and moon-mist shall be our allies
as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment,
and I gaze down upon the v alley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen...
great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from
countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons
in hand... aye, all sword fodder.

Entwined in war-fogs...
Entwined by war-spells...
Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel burning bright,
Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night.
The death-ravening black fury fills me,
The spatter of hot blood seet on my lips,
This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp!
Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade,
A storm of shafts screaming form yew-bows, (through their armoured ranks we
shall) carve a path with steel, a blood-drenched swath!

And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked with blood at the fields of
A staggering sea of crimson, a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,
All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,
All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle...

Brooding gods of the north, display to these outlander thralls thine ire,
Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents,
Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us,
That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened.

The bloodying is at hand!
My spear hammers into the chest of a warrior, and bright blood erupts
from his lips as he falls to the heather. I turn aside a vicious swordthrust
and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing
through his veins in a shower of d ark red. An enemy blade opens my shoulder
to the bone, but I sweep my axe out in a deadly arc, its iron head rending
armour and biting deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he
staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mas s. I sunder his
head with another blow as he falls and his skull yields to spill its steaming
contents to the earth. As I watch, a writhing, shadowy form rises from the
smitten corpse of the Witch-Queen's warlord and flees howling into the
night... I vau lt to the saddle of a riderless black war-horse and seize the
banner of Mytos-K'unn... for every one of us that has fallen, we have taken
five of the enemy screaming with us... the battle is ours!

Bright moon, gleam o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and
lake, Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath
the stars, The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power
from the sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our
blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery.

Wolves of the north, raise thine steel to the skies, revel in the pride of
your wounds,
Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood-gorged eve,
For on this night of red swords we have wrought a legend,
Forged in the fires of our rage, and tempered with the spilled blood of the

O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night and always,
Anoint us with the crimson rain, forever feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us eternal victory, 'til we die a
warrior's death.

And so did Caylen-Tor turn the armies of Mytos K'unn back from the
frontiers of his northern kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as
the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their
knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor
gives unto him two gifts with which to return to his queen; one is the fallen,
sundered banner of Mytos K'unn, the other is the cloven head of Talus
Ebonfyre. The king's words ring out over the blood-drenched m oor: "Take this
message back to your queen... if ever again she deigns to strike against my
people, the slaughter this night will seem as naught compared to the havoc I
shall visit upon her then." When news of the defeat and the fearsome message
of Cayle n-Tor reached Mytos K'unn, Zyrashana's spells of regal dominance
waned, and her many courtiers and councillors, liberated from the imposition
of subservience, plotted against their queen, 'til soon she was driven from
the great royal palace by her own el ite guard, her throne seized by an
ambitious baron who had won the favour of the nobles and mages of the realm.
Evading inprisonment and surviving only by her mastery of spellcraft,
Zyrashana fled to the satrapies of the east, and nothing more was seen or
heard of her for some considerable time...

[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Jonny Maudling]

I Want My Shit (Insane Clown Posse)

It was like March or April **in' Libra...**in' um shit...

(1st Verse Violent J)
Taurus born in 1775
I'm like a hundred and somethin', but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy The Kid
You prob'ly think I'm only playing but I did
My daddies were a two headed freak show
Momma a fortune teller Esmarelda Zella
Anyway they had ** on a ouiji board
and I was born the next day...Violent J
When I was 14, I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they thought it had **ed me up
I got up and itched my butt, I'm like, "what?"
Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy
Child of the witch heffer...whatever
Tied me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, smokey nuts
After that they started bowing and shit
Praying at me, you know how them primatives get
I said, "Get off my dick, I ain't a savior,
I'm what you call a juggalo and all I want is my flavor
Four simple things in this bitch, before I die...

And a little sip of Faygo, too

(2nd Verse- Violent J)
So anyway...
50 years pass, all my homies are old****s
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, battled terminators
Nothing ever killed me, nothing could harm me
I fought in the Civil War, Yankees army
I walked across enemy lines with a mack-10
Man, they didn't even have that shit back then
(Violent J)
How you just gonna come in my shit and ** it up?
Well at least make this shit sound real, man, damn!
(Violent J)
I walked across enemy lines with a...lantern
Steady taking cannon balls, to the balls
The war ended, I traveled the country horseback
Until this fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
[powww] It didn't even smear the make-up
I took his gun and put a divot in his neck
Sheriff didn't like it...I got indicted
87 long years in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in
They had to let me go you know they had nothing
On the way out they're like, "Yo, ain't you like 100 and something?"
I said, "That's right, and I ain't gonna die,

And just a little sip or two...

(3rd Verse- Violent J)
I slept under bridges, lived in the valleys
Climbed the mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed, and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side
My homie has an Impala, blue '67
Last night we hit the road pushing 111
I stuck my head out the window, told him floor up the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post
Ha ha ha! Hell yeah, 'cuz
Hurts a little bit, but then you get a straight buzz
The world hates me 'cuz of shit like this
They always try to kill me but MIIIIIISSSS
I know it's odd that my face is forever painted
When I was born, the bitch-ass doctor fainted
My toungue's a little long, I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty...but chicks dig it
And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
I look like something from 'The X-Files'
People wanna see me die more than a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my SHIT!

I said Faygo. ** Mountain Dew.

The Farewell (Anticrisis)

I wanted to live on top of a mountain
but it's cold and forsaken there without you now

I wanted to dive into the ocean of love
but I got shipwrecked on the shores of broken dreams

For you I sang songs of the nightswan
and each line I wrote was a beat of my heart

Forever burning on love's funeral pyre:
Stop beating now, my bleeding heart!
For this knife did cut too deep
so for the last time I'm trying not to breathe

Once there was a fire in the lighthouse of my heart:
I gave you so much more than just my love
and you broke so much more than just a promise

Our planet vanished so devastatingly
amongst the mists of time
There was no treasure to be found at Rainbow's End
somewhere behind Andromeda

I've been waiting till the end of december
but no more will I ride
for the winter solstice's child
will pass away silently on a midsummer's night

So may you come now, my Dead Romantic Angel
serenade Kyrahnean Hymns to me
Hold me in your arms
cover me with elder flowers
and take me down to my beloved sea

I'm so tired, so tremendously tired
Please wait for me under the midgnight sun
where I will sing and dance again
and my laughter will be heard
echoing down the hillside again...

Oh, how I tried to believe how I loved,
How I tried to hold on to my dream;
How I wanted to live - but now I'm going home
to a place where love is more
than just a four-letter word
and as I kiss the memory of your goodnight
I'm beginning to see the light...

Key To The Universe (Michael Kiske)

Another day is passing by
Nothing feels the same anymore
I see it clear without fear
Complete order in my life
As i look into the blue sky
I feel so much alive
I have never felt like this before

We are the same everythere
We just want to be loved
We are confused, we are scared
Still we have to find our own way
Life's not always very easy
There are times when it all feels black
But I tell you there is always a way

And the key to the universe is love
And this key could free the mankind
Trust yourself

The voice within will guide you on your path of life

The key to the universe is loveeeeeeeeee

Os Senhores Da Guerra (Moonspell)

La fora estão os
senhores da guerra
E cantam já hinos de
Qual é a historia desta
É o medo, ali mesmo

Cá dentro estão os
homens á espera
Unidos no destino da
Já não há memória de
paz na terra
É o medo, ali mesmo

Ó terra, Mais um dia a
Ai, é menos um dia a
É tão pouca a gloria
duma guerra
E os homens que as
fazem sem vitorias
Já não há memória, de
paz na terra
É o medo, ali mesmo

[English translation: The War Lords]

Outside I hear the war
Already they sing hymns of
What's the history of this
It's fear, that's it

And here are the men
United in the destiny of
the earth
No one remembers a time of
It's fear, that's it

O Earth, One more day is
And we can't lose it
It's so little the glory
of a war
And the Mongers of war
making it, without
No one remembers peace
It's fear, that's it

Hands In The Air (Eightball)

Okay; comin' from the top of my
Dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style, and
Ain't nobody stoppin' my
Rise to the very top
Hit 'em up wit' all I got
Superstar; no I'm not
Green weed; black glock
Everybody want a piece
Dirty like a pair 'a cleats
Niggers run their mouth a lot
Like bitches and parakeets
(whoa) How you love that pimpin'
(whoa) I'm so cold wit' it
(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or
Some kind of prophecy
Sent here to set you free
Dress, player, follow me
Into another world
Deep inside your own soul
This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls
This not 'bout makin' dough
Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who's rich 'o po'
Not 'bout who niggaz know
This here 'bout you and me
This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be
If you in here with me

Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin'
Throw your mother**in' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin'
Throw your hands up in the mother**in' air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The mother**in' aaaaair

Nigga you don't know me
Why you niggaz wanna beef?
All in my grill like
You the papparazzi
Boy I was fulla game
Way before this rap thang
Real 'fore the money came
That's why I will never change
Me - ain't nobody like
Even though they try to be
Niggaz think they are but they ain't **in' with me lyric'ly
(Yo) I was born wit' it
Din't nobody teach it to me
Over hot beef
Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me
(Yo) Chose me to be a
Prophet and lead my people
Murder non-believers
With lyrics that are lethal
I hit 'em heavy with it
Yo I stay ready wit' it
Come try to test me wit' it
Regret you ever did
Call who a pimp and
I got my own back
You got them baby paper?
I got them grown stacks
But this ain't 'bout no bread
Not 'bout what niggaz said
Not 'bout what hoes believe
If you in here with me


Yeah I gotta go again
Just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company
Beats come from doin' real (yeah)
We the niggaz should not nobody be **in wit'
Slayer riders Chopper city
Had you bitches doubled quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best
This ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap
This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
This here ain't no country shit
Ain't no way to label this
Memphis where I come from
Orange mile veteran
What I represent - whoever live in poverty
Hard working niggaz that
Try to hustle honestly
And I represent who
Lookin' good and feelin' nice
Niggaz on there drinkin' 'dro
Fresh clothes; full of ice
(Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest
(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this
This ain't bout where you from
This ain't bout where you be
This here 'bout feelin free
If you in here with me


Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em

[unknown voice talking]
Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla
Code line
Slab two is goin' down baby
This your boy Milwaukee
Stop prayin'

The Recipe (Mack 10)

featuring Binky Boo Kapone CJ Mac Techniec

[Mack 10 talking]
Yo Mack 10 with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates.
CJ Mac Binky Mac Boo Kapone and the homie Techniec.

[Mack 10]
Now here we go it's the show stopper noodle knocker
Gung ho 1 O fo sho the door clocker
I keep it rough with that red or blue shit
Hoo Bang crew shit Recipe new shit
It's off the hinges and my friends is
Rollin twelve cylinder Benz's with the chrome 20 inches
So ** all the haters and the non believers
Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas
Now platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic
No static shit with the radio and watch em add it
Hoo Bang affiliates in that**like a thorn
What's your favorite song? Don't hate, sing along
I'm blindin niggas slowly with the iced out rolly
Leave your shirt holy with the glock pistol-ly
So, hang around for the go down
Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town
And have it my way, jewlery parvay
Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the Mojave
Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be
Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me

No bustas, no peace
Rock the black fleece, Techniec
In the gray off Caprice, dogs stay off the leash
Peep this, my click's nothing but heat bitch
Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes
I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you
Kiss the hook**nigga, pull a burn on you
That ain't the way I do thangs I Hoo Bang
So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers
Show niggas, Recipes, hoes, guns and funds
Blowfish, big **, dubs and hunds
With nothin but redrumin when the heat start hummin
Empty the tech nina till these niggas stop comin
Young innovative, Long Beach native
This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative
You niggas don't want test me
Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me
Form the Recipe

[Hook:] X 2
If you ain't in this for the money what you in it for?
We got the Recipe, best to be, in it for the dough!

[Binky Mac]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Gettin closer to God tryin to clutch what I can't touch
Time to get paper in the wind like a caper
Hoo Bangin affiliate, niggas it's gonna take ya
Flossy**Rolex that's iced to the sickle
Bitches up on the pickle since the bank roll tripled
Now nigga what? When you see Binky Mac, throw it up!
Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up

[Boo Kapone]
I ride for connect gang, die for connect gang
Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle
Fly, gettin high by the mother**in tunnel
A sick**nigga, that's how I gotta be
Smack my Bitch Up, like my name was Prodigy
Two glocks, four fifths and ak's
Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids
I stay flamed up, never been tamed up
My little homie died last year, I hit his name up
For the 99 I'm yellin redrum
Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb
I smash fools cuz cash rules, like Castro
You want these **in slugs fast or slow, hoe?
Oh, I got the 44 for all y'all BJ been day hoes
Get wet up with the dress oh fo sho

[Hook] X 4

[CJ Mac]
Mother**ers better know, want LA, you must see me
** the niggas frontin on tv
City locked, got the key to the streets baby
Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby
Hear me talkin bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue
Like a missle pierce stomach tissue
Top 20 mother**er you, make a nigga wanna muzzle you
We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks
Pool hall nigga made good
Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood
Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me
Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow!
** around and get your channel changed
Handle thangs with the German
Hit the sherm-an
Leave em squirm-an
C Mac, twista get rich
Ain't nobody gon snitch, we's Hoo Bangas bitch
Check this style playa, check this technique
Check the way I ride or walk playa
Check the way I ride or speak
I stay suited and booted, bandannaed and tatted
Cris don mowed up, Mac don blowed up, got em sewed up
Nigga who bangin? Who's sangin?
All this cheddar round me, niggas think I'm through bangin
But nah, Hoo Ridas bust straps and love dough
If you ain't in this for the cheddar what you in this for?
You know?

[Hook] X 4

Feel The Burn (Fozzy)

Feel the burn
Do the feelings you have keep you burnt
Has the feeling you've made help you down
Violation, salutation, complication
Realization, indecision, clears my vision
I'd like to take it all and shove it back in your face
My screaming yeah, feeling this way for too long
My dreaming yeah, feeling this way for too long
Feel the burn, feel the burn, feel the burn
All the dreams that you have not aroused
As the ladder you've climbed, falls down
Selfish reasons, change of seasons, trust no other
Cheat another, sound of violence, hymn of silence
I'd like to take it all and shove it back in your face
My screaming yea, feeling this way for too long
My dreaming yea, feeling this way for too long
Feel the burn, feel the burn, feel the burn
Do the feelings you have keep you burnt
As the ladder you've climbed, falls down
My screaming yeah, feeling this way for too long
My dreaming yeah, feeling this way for too long
Feel the burn, feel the burn, feel the burn

Village Idiot (Van Morrison)

Did you see the lad, on the corner
He was standing drinking wine
Wears his overcoat in the summer
And short sleeves in the winter time

Takes his holidays, down at the bookies
Well he knows how to pick a horse
Village tramping round the countryside
He wears a smile, but he doesn't say much

Village idiot, he's complicated
Village idiot, simple mind
Village idiot, he does know something
But he's just not saying

Don't you know he's onto something
You can see it, you can see it in his eyes
Sometimes he looks so happy
As he goes strolling by

Oh village idiot, he's complicated
Village idiot, he's got a simple mind
Village idiot, must know something
But he's just not saying

Well you all know he's onto something
You can see it in his eyes
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by.

Very Well (Mos Def)

So what you doing
I'm feeling very well
Rocking this from Brooklyn this is my vibration
Make you have sensation when you hear the jam
All you want to say is happiness yo

Sometimes I get a feeling inside it's like (what)
It's something type of hard to explain it's like (what)
I got a good vocab and such but Ock
Somethings still remain out of touch it's like
Your very first kiss or it's like
Like a new pair of kicks or
You know what I'm saying Ock
It's just the vide
I can't articulate it
It's better demonstrated
And when it's integrated
Then things get rennovated
It's deeply contemplated
Before I operated
My steady advance will keep the jams po**ted

Okay okay I'm ready, (alright) I'm feeling good
Beats by 88 Key, Mos Def the emcee
The HOTtest entry, inside your benzy
Yo they got digitals now, true
That's old school
Don't run no new game, I like the old rules- like
Early to sleep and early to wake
You keep your long on money and short on mistakes
I speak on beat breaks, my jams is keep sakes
So recite that (cite that)
I said recite that (CITE that)
Cause when I'm laying down here baby it's tight phat
When I react that ain't no army that can strike back
And if they do they catching more than the eye jab (poof)
A lot of cats like to bite, I copyright that
So when you hear it on your box you say "I like that"
Send salaams to Abstract, is this the right track?
We staying, underground like the NTA
Be controller of the rock like the NBA
I remember days when supper was the empty tray
But I still held it down for mines an-y-way
See I still held it down for mines an-y-way
See I still held it down for mines an-y-way

It's how we do say,
Hey man what you doing
Feeling very well
Rocking this from Brooklyn
This is my vibration
To make you have sensation
Family situation
When you hear the jam
All you want to say, is Happiness- yo

The era we entering is mad exciting
Sometimes I got more rhymes than I remember writing
I stand like a titan above the mental midget
My safe originate from seven-eighteen digits
Thats BROOKLYN- for area code impaired
Medina of the planet for cats from out there
Mos Def official native of the Bed-Stuy section
I'm standing 5'10" with the chocolate complextion
I keep the function moving in the right direction
I'm coming with the new to keep the next crew guessing
Who you stressing! Pump your brakes and slow down
I hold court, you get cut short like pronoun
I throw down just like Ali in Zyaire
I'm fresh from my feet to the roots in my hair
Kangol and Wallabees is some gear that I wear
Skid out to Chamber Street and I copped the fly pair
And I DARE- anyone of these new chaps
To step in the arena without they crew's back
Approahing the recital with titles you lose that
Send home a telegram to relay the news that the
M- for magnificant
O- praise omnipotent
S- for significant
D- for type different
E- for effic-ient
F- the fly fisherman
Netting everything from here to Lake Michigan
So all my people if you're out there listening
Give me a shout and let me know what you getting in
Some emcees ain't even worth mentioning
Let's congregate and compilate these Benjamins
We take the crown and break them down like divis-ion
To realize what my eyes is envisioning
Dollars correct and I'm the man on deck
But otherwise I gotta jet, it's no disrespect
Otherwise I gotta jet, it's no disrespect
Otherwise I gotta jet, it's no disrespect
Otherwise I gotta jet, it's no disrespect

Hey man what you doing
Feeling very well
Rocking this from Brooklyn
This is my vibration
To make you have sensation
Family situation
When you hear the jam
All you want to say, is Happiness


One of the Nicest song in the album "Dewathwaye Alokayen" Sang by Kasun Kalhara Album - Dewathwaye Alokayen. Lyrics - Rev.Fr. Shamindra Jayawardena ...

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