Texty:
Through The Eyes Of The Dead The Manifest

to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through

the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success? The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead

choice to die or live dead Purgatory my damnation Climaxing at the resurrection Adipocere spurts from my erection Manifested in my rotted body Unpure spirit, dead

the South side flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow So keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit 'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks And through

of the Southside flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit Cause they known for jumpin out of black Chevy trucks and through

it. Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range; The grass was over grazed there, and spotted like some mange; The buffalo were dead there, the trees they all were through

ride for the cause? (hell yeah!) Would you die for the cause? (fuckin right!) How many niggas would ride and die for you? (we riders!) My name manifest

their flesh be consumed from their bones ... And their eyes be dissolved in their heads ... And the tongues from the mouths of the dead Will scream in

land the wound we cannot mend breathe - dust to dust it drags you through the doorway scaling the walls between his eyes his eyes will hold the answer his eyes