Winter Winds

And you could smell the city burning
 And you could hear the people crying
 And then you could see the angels and demons inviting
 And you could feel the cold winter winds biting
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 Somebody give me a mic, wack rappers better run for they life
 You'll hear thunderin' like somebody summonin' poltergeists
 Days turn to nights, summers turn in to ice
 Every verse that I write, it's like a furnace ignites
 With the snow covered sills in the Bolshevik region
 Old women light candles and they pray every evening
 That on cold dark nights when the winds are freezing
 They could walk through the woods to avoid the demons
 Kids throwin' rocks at the broke-down tanks
 Grandfathers fill journals with they memory banks
 When his brother went blind cause he stepped on a mine
 That got left behind from the Cold War times
 Every song, every rhyme, every old wives tale
 Every faded photograph that got lost in the mail
 Every stew that was brewed to make the bread less stale
 When the time felt colder than Siberian jail
 Through the rain, through the hail, through the hell on earth
 Heart pumps ice water since the day of my birth
 From a war torn village where a warrior's born
 In snowstorms keepin' warm in a soldier's uniform
 The winter, and I'll be damned if I let any man
 Come to my center, you'll enter the winter
 (The winter wind)
 (Cold as the pole in the winter)
 The winter, and I'll be damned if I let any man
 Come to my center, you'll enter the winter
 (The winter wind)
 (Cold as the pole in the winter)
 Higher calibre, rattle challengers, check out my algebra
 Three-hundred and sixty degrees of molten Metallica
 Wizard of poetry, what I'm scriptin' is potent vocally
 Your vote telekinesis, my thesis chokin' you openly
 Never go toe-to-toe with me, hangin' from a tabernacle
 With rosary, yet torch any rapper who's standin' close to me
 Curse the Messiah for even provokin' me
 My mental is a third world country
 Where the hungry wanderin' hopelessly
 Steamed vegetables, in-credible vocal reach
 Beneath the surface where the souls of the servant sleep
 Subversively, in the beat of the drum
 I talk nice the first time, after that the heaters will come
 Knockin', I cock it, I'm ready to rock it like Janis Joplin
 Peel the lymph on ya, Hodgskins, loosin' is not an option
 Perestroika salutin' the cold soldier, bi-polar
 I even give my shadow the cold shoulder
 The winter, and I'll be damned if I let any man
 Come to my center, you'll enter the winter
 (The winter wind)
 (Cold as the pole in the winter)
 The winter, and I'll be damned if I let any man
 Come to my center, you'll enter the winter
 (The winter wind)
 (Cold as the pole in the winter)
 Voices be a warnin' to caution, you got word from a source
 That a paranormal force was the cause of the corpses
 Yet your first thoughts are folklore
 So you try n' rationalize and dismiss what you seein' but so far
 Deep down inside o' ya gut, there's a feeling
 You can't dismiss, spirits interact with the living
 Words come to life, each line very sentence when I pen it
 Reconciling my sins through penance
 I dare ya'll to mimic and try n' dupe what we introduce
 Soon enough it spread like a pandemic
 It'll send a chill down ya spine seein' eyes drip blood like IV's
 Resident Evil and lot fee
 My criteria storm cold as Siberia
 Graphic as a murder got on video
 Rarely seen when I am it's like the sightin' of a Sasquatch
 Captured by photos on a tripod
 The hands of power go unseen
 Those involved in this nightmare wish it was a dream
 No sleep produce monsters
 Have an effect on ya conscious, yet, who's to blame for the torment?
 The winter, and I'll be damned if I let any man
 Come to my center, you'll enter the winter
 (The winter wind)
 (Cold as the pole in the winter)
 The winter, and I'll be damned if I let any man
 Come to my center, you'll enter the winter
 (The winter wind)
 (Cold as the pole in the winter)