Myths Of the Occult (feat. Japreme Magnetic)
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โฑ๏ธ 1:53 duration
๐ ID: 9373597
๐ Lyrics
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Water flows around 'em, prob'ly drownin' in the pool of
Blood from your own body, 'til your life is used up
Ankle holster with the tiny Ruger and the LCP II
Thorough was the length of my prison sentence
Pissin' on the wall, I see Sosa
From the Karakoram Mountains of Pakistan with no emotion
Golden sculpture of Almighty Japreme Magnetic
Pumped the pump, shot the gun, left you beheaded
Credit soul protectionism and righteousness
Immortal birth of the five percent
Last chip of the spliff of the cannabis is colorful, orange
The python was playin' the organ
2008 they had a warrant for my arrest
Stalkin' with Chester, I invest
Checkin' the callout sheet, callouts are mandatory
Parents lyin' to they children with Santa stories
Going back to the essence is not a bad thing
Be it them fewer thorns of a sad king
Walked into the forest, sat next to an oak
Rolled up a J, then he took a dry toke
Focused on the tip, from his brain came a flame
As he took a pull, black birds called his name
The king looked up at the branch
Then the flock of crows said "peace" to the god
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Many among them, shrouded in myths
Water flows around 'em, prob'ly drownin' in the pool of
Blood from your own body, 'til your life is used up
Ankle holster with the tiny Ruger and the LCP II
Thorough was the length of my prison sentence
Pissin' on the wall, I see Sosa
From the Karakoram Mountains of Pakistan with no emotion
Golden sculpture of Almighty Japreme Magnetic
Pumped the pump, shot the gun, left you beheaded
Credit soul protectionism and righteousness
Immortal birth of the five percent
Last chip of the spliff of the cannabis is colorful, orange
The python was playin' the organ
2008 they had a warrant for my arrest
Stalkin' with Chester, I invest
Checkin' the callout sheet, callouts are mandatory
Parents lyin' to they children with Santa stories
Going back to the essence is not a bad thing
Be it them fewer thorns of a sad king
Walked into the forest, sat next to an oak
Rolled up a J, then he took a dry toke
Focused on the tip, from his brain came a flame
As he took a pull, black birds called his name
The king looked up at the branch
Then the flock of crows said "peace" to the god
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.15] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:06.19] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:12.22] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:18.54] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:24.98] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:31.16] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:37.04] Water flows around 'em, prob'ly drownin' in the pool of
[00:40.54] Blood from your own body, 'til your life is used up
[00:43.48] Ankle holster with the tiny Ruger and the LCP II
[00:46.65] Thorough was the length of my prison sentence
[00:49.75] Pissin' on the wall, I see Sosa
[00:51.97] From the Karakoram Mountains of Pakistan with no emotion
[00:55.72] Golden sculpture of Almighty Japreme Magnetic
[00:58.62] Pumped the pump, shot the gun, left you beheaded
[01:02.02] Credit soul protectionism and righteousness
[01:05.25] Immortal birth of the five percent
[01:06.96] Last chip of the spliff of the cannabis is colorful, orange
[01:12.72] The python was playin' the organ
[01:15.22] 2008 they had a warrant for my arrest
[01:18.63] Stalkin' with Chester, I invest
[01:20.82] Checkin' the callout sheet, callouts are mandatory
[01:23.97] Parents lyin' to they children with Santa stories
[01:27.12] Going back to the essence is not a bad thing
[01:30.23] Be it them fewer thorns of a sad king
[01:33.14] Walked into the forest, sat next to an oak
[01:36.68] Rolled up a J, then he took a dry toke
[01:39.46] Focused on the tip, from his brain came a flame
[01:42.59] As he took a pull, black birds called his name
[01:45.55] The king looked up at the branch
[01:48.89] Then the flock of crows said "peace" to the god
[01:50.97]
[00:06.19] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:12.22] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:18.54] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:24.98] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:31.16] Many among them, shrouded in myths
[00:37.04] Water flows around 'em, prob'ly drownin' in the pool of
[00:40.54] Blood from your own body, 'til your life is used up
[00:43.48] Ankle holster with the tiny Ruger and the LCP II
[00:46.65] Thorough was the length of my prison sentence
[00:49.75] Pissin' on the wall, I see Sosa
[00:51.97] From the Karakoram Mountains of Pakistan with no emotion
[00:55.72] Golden sculpture of Almighty Japreme Magnetic
[00:58.62] Pumped the pump, shot the gun, left you beheaded
[01:02.02] Credit soul protectionism and righteousness
[01:05.25] Immortal birth of the five percent
[01:06.96] Last chip of the spliff of the cannabis is colorful, orange
[01:12.72] The python was playin' the organ
[01:15.22] 2008 they had a warrant for my arrest
[01:18.63] Stalkin' with Chester, I invest
[01:20.82] Checkin' the callout sheet, callouts are mandatory
[01:23.97] Parents lyin' to they children with Santa stories
[01:27.12] Going back to the essence is not a bad thing
[01:30.23] Be it them fewer thorns of a sad king
[01:33.14] Walked into the forest, sat next to an oak
[01:36.68] Rolled up a J, then he took a dry toke
[01:39.46] Focused on the tip, from his brain came a flame
[01:42.59] As he took a pull, black birds called his name
[01:45.55] The king looked up at the branch
[01:48.89] Then the flock of crows said "peace" to the god
[01:50.97]