From The Shadows - Maztek, Dope D.O.D.

Look into the shadows

Thats where you’ll find us

Preparing for the battle

Look into the shadows

European vandals too much to handle

Rock full capacity

Cause more tragedies

Rotten highly flammable flow like gasoline

Life’s like a vivid dream

Goons got the guillotine

Still got the killer team

Maztek make ‘em scream

Get ya sun screen

Tom green noting' funny

This is unseen

Drop dirty bombs

Never come clean

Fuck your 16

Never get cream

Only fight you win is on split screen

You get me

So who’s out to get me?

Ammo, got plenty

Now you all friendly

Walked away, tensely

Made a wise choice

Come test me, bless G

Battle to the death see

Make it end quickly

DOD’s with me

Always move swiftly

A massacre of MC’s

Killed about 60

Look into the shadows

Always stays risky

Prepare for the battle

We always stay shifty

Shadow battle double barrel bow and arrow piercing

Bone marrow, flesh rock metal makes ya ears ring

Vision of a serpent in the desert

Solar panel body parts

Battery recharges every second

Look into the shadows

Tell me what you reckon

I reckon I be wrecking' shit

Recognise the weapon

Eleven fourteen

It might happen in a second

And when the reaper comes calling'

He won’t leave a message

Illest in the game

Yeah we’re killin' em insane

Every night we’re talkin'

Like its Pinky & The Brain

I got the taste of blood

And I’ve never been the same

Give me all you got

I don’t care about the fame

Look into the shadows

Read between the lines

Take a subtle (?) seat

And see the signals and the signs

Tingle in ya spine

Yes we linger in ya mind

I middle finger fucked the industry

And lived the grind

Look into the shadows

And see me

Look the devil right in the eye

You will see me

Look up in the sky where I’m high

You will see me

Comin' with that fire

Sire, Believe me

Buy my CD

I brainwash like TV

The ouija

You Need Me

Like ouija I’m creepy

Yet Dreamy

You wonder like Stevie

I deviate

Bastards!

I’m needy and drastic

And graphic with rap shit

Creep in the shadows

Like honky and sambo

I’ve got enough ammo

To blast all them assholes

The motherfunkin manual

Like lando

Ha, european vandal, too much to handle