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Beneath the surface

On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters cut figure-eight twiceThat's sixteen, uncut, direct from the cold
Head on a soul, the result, death by the bulk
In a vault, and spoke about the average lost permission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane crash from a bomb blast
Special broadcast, slot time wit ComcastThat kept the jury quiet, and now the riots perform
While satanic man, now hangin his dawn
I swing on you fake radio personalities
And boost your ratings, with hypes behind casualties
Fire a shot, wit low-pressure water gun play
Instantly slap your fire like it's Palm SundayI fashion the first jewel, from the elements, the earth fumes
And built it to a complex, network
Of communications, you're up against a hopeless situation
I screen every vehicle through enemy observation
Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror
Increase the fog significantly, change the era
Check my wind pattern, it's headin west
Suc-cess is freedom, but failure can mean death
Humans sweat, aim shovels
Dig up debris and rubble, permanent damage caused by the W
Now who, callously urge you to merge through
And think the workers'll serve you
The sonic marvel, who just dropped the next novel
World-wide rapidly more to marbleIt's accountless amount of MC's I save
Then them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave
[
Chorus] *vocal sample*
Scratch underneath the surface
But as your purpose lie
Seems our will is worthless
Like we're pawns beneath the sky
Face a race by reason, and that is just a win
For empty soul I breathe in, keep myself from givin in
[
Killah Priest]
Love and hatred, home is most sacred
Both species they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
Think back on niggas I ate wit, spend a day wit
Guns we played wit, niggas I relate wit
We broke bread
I heard through a vine niggas worked for the fed
Sent out secretly to take my head
I layed back and meditate to the words they said
Skip town for a month and grew some dreds
Had a friend tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autum leaf
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the feds re recording me
Sign all documents using forgery'cause just the mere thought of meI'm like Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the world I'm black ? and howls from the grave hunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like GhandiBeen in the presence of mad peasants
And old kings, who sold everything on a quest for God's divine
Slept in caves to get a clear mind
Who prayed three times, when the moon lit and when the sun rise
I met dwellars in the deserts, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many leopards, felt the death kiss of Satan's mistress
Walked through vacant districts, before religions studied pagan scriptures
Two philosophers and physicians on a cure missions
Who harden they hearts, to warn the weak and sick
And inflicted, candles lit, gamble wit a bitch
Who made me love her, when I touch her
Soft paws, high claws, bees wit sweet honey in they mouth
Had bitter stingers in they tail
Walked through the chambers of death
Take a whole lawn to hell
Embracin her was like embracin the third rail
Chorus"
Scratch underneath the surface"

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On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters cut figure-eight twiceThat's sixteen, uncut, direct from the cold Head on a soul, the result, death by the bulk In a vault, and spoke about the average lost permission That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision Like a plane crash from a bomb blast Special broadcast, slot time wit ComcastThat kept the jury quiet, and now the riots perform While satanic man, now hangin his dawn I swing on you fake radio personalities And boost your ratings, with hypes behind casualties Fire a shot, wit low-pressure water gun play Instantly slap your fire like it's Palm SundayI fashion the first jewel, from the elements, the earth fumes And built it to a complex, network Of communications, you're up against a hopeless situation I screen every vehicle through enemy observation Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror Increase the fog significantly, change the era Check my wind pattern, it's headin west Suc-cess is freedom, but failure can mean death Humans sweat, aim shovels Dig up debris and rubble, permanent damage caused by the W
Now who, callously urge you to merge through And think the workers'll serve you The sonic marvel, who just dropped the next novel World-wide rapidly more to marbleIt's accountless amount of MC's I save Then them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave
[ Chorus] *vocal sample* Scratch underneath the surface But as your purpose lie Seems our will is worthless Like we're pawns beneath the sky Face a race by reason, and that is just a win For empty soul I breathe in, keep myself from givin in
[ Killah Priest]
Love and hatred, home is most sacred Both species they lay naked in the tombs of oasis Think back on niggas I ate wit, spend a day wit Guns we played wit, niggas I relate wit We broke bread I heard through a vine niggas worked for the fed Sent out secretly to take my head I layed back and meditate to the words they said Skip town for a month and grew some dreds Had a friend tell my family I was dead Return at the last fall of the autum leaf Operate the plan accordingly, in case the feds re recording me Sign all documents using forgery'cause just the mere thought of meI'm like Solomon, spoke bluntly Told the world I'm black ? and howls from the grave hunt me The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like GhandiBeen in the presence of mad peasants And old kings, who sold everything on a quest for God's divine Slept in caves to get a clear mind Who prayed three times, when the moon lit and when the sun rise I met dwellars in the deserts, talked to shepherds Been in the mouth of many leopards, felt the death kiss of Satan's mistress Walked through vacant districts, before religions studied pagan scriptures Two philosophers and physicians on a cure missions Who harden they hearts, to warn the weak and sick And inflicted, candles lit, gamble wit a bitch Who made me love her, when I touch her Soft paws, high claws, bees wit sweet honey in they mouth Had bitter stingers in they tail Walked through the chambers of death Take a whole lawn to hell Embracin her was like embracin the third rail
Chorus" Scratch underneath the surface"