Heavy Metal Kings - Age of Quarrel lyrics
[Heavy Metal Kings - Age of Quarrel lyrics]
I got the bandana over my face
So it’s impossible to identify
The father of atrocity
Modern day Agathocles, use modern machines
Topple regimes
We conquerors from Compton to Queens
We build and destroy
Tearing this shit apart from the seams
I seen it with my own eyes
I know it’s hard to believe
Till you see yourself starting to bleed
Till you see Moses standing on the edge
Of a cliff parting a sea
Now we watch the severed head
Of the Statue of Liberty
Being thrown down on the
Streets of Manhattan literally
Better yet the head of Daniel Pearl
Welcome to a brand new world
NWO new edition like candy girl
My uncle spent New Year’s Eve 2008
On Rikers Island half-asleep with a shank
One eye wide open like the CBS logo
With multinational corporate criminals
With Polo fit's
Heavy metal could wet you
We be causing a mosh pit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
Heavy metal could wet you
We be causing a mosh pit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
Heavy metal could wet you
We be causing a mosh pit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
Heavy metal could wet you
We be causing a mosh pit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
I’m the Van Allen radiation belt
I’m the thunder clapper
They call me Kenneth Bianchi from
What I’ve done to rappers
Spiritual difference between the
Son and master this the Genesis
I only just begun the chapter
Russian AK’s, Pana with the polo on
I was rocking that in ‘88
Before your solo song
Do whatever the fuck I want
I know it’s wrong call me the proper name of
God like Jehovah’s mom
Y’all motherfuckers got guns
We got an arsenal
Mao said to read too many books is harmful
Mind is from Harvard
My heart is blacker than charcoal
Hold the pen so tight, damage my metacarpals
Y’all should take mescaline tabs
I think it’s sound advice
I’m the molecular biology of paradise
I am Satanist, I am Buddha, and I am Christ
I’m Cus D’Amato in ‘84, I’m Iron Mike
So it’s impossible to identify
The father of atrocity
Modern day Agathocles, use modern machines
Topple regimes
We conquerors from Compton to Queens
We build and destroy
Tearing this shit apart from the seams
I seen it with my own eyes
I know it’s hard to believe
Till you see yourself starting to bleed
Till you see Moses standing on the edge
Of a cliff parting a sea
Now we watch the severed head
Of the Statue of Liberty
Being thrown down on the
Streets of Manhattan literally
Better yet the head of Daniel Pearl
Welcome to a brand new world
NWO new edition like candy girl
My uncle spent New Year’s Eve 2008
On Rikers Island half-asleep with a shank
One eye wide open like the CBS logo
With multinational corporate criminals
With Polo fit's
Heavy metal could wet you
We be causing a mosh pit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
Heavy metal could wet you
We be causing a mosh pit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
Heavy metal could wet you
We be causing a mosh pit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
Heavy metal could wet you
We be causing a mosh pit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
I’m the Van Allen radiation belt
I’m the thunder clapper
They call me Kenneth Bianchi from
What I’ve done to rappers
Spiritual difference between the
Son and master this the Genesis
I only just begun the chapter
Russian AK’s, Pana with the polo on
I was rocking that in ‘88
Before your solo song
Do whatever the fuck I want
I know it’s wrong call me the proper name of
God like Jehovah’s mom
Y’all motherfuckers got guns
We got an arsenal
Mao said to read too many books is harmful
Mind is from Harvard
My heart is blacker than charcoal
Hold the pen so tight, damage my metacarpals
Y’all should take mescaline tabs
I think it’s sound advice
I’m the molecular biology of paradise
I am Satanist, I am Buddha, and I am Christ
I’m Cus D’Amato in ‘84, I’m Iron Mike