what you see when you look in my eyes, lookin just to survive in the mind, seems everythin sorta gettin really bad, never downstairs now i take it really fast, aint nobody gonna stop me, cuz im all ready to jump, always had to immagrate to make it to the top, everything movin oh so very high, livin everyday by the looks of the clock, i $$#ure you that everyday makin my daddy more pay, takin anything and anyone in any kind of way, never was one for safety now the same way, goin down to shy is hear to stay, was a mexican boy with a ponytail, doin everything that belongs in hell, i told everybody that i was under a spell, dont believe me, only time will tell, do you think that you not gettin viking what do you and hit you put you into a state of missury im inside of you, throwin you underneeth and tryin not to breath you poor keepin you alive and i didnt know its cool pepper and i am out of controll ^!$$% hold me down, we take controll

2nd verse:

"struttin by the terror wanna globaly avoid keepin you up underneeth me hearin me they dont wanna be testin me im the reason i hit em and stuff em ready and im gonna take you all whenever im ready im bettin that you all wishin you never ever met me im comin such an incredible flow im struttin with nuclear weapons and man im ready to blow i get the $#&@ up out of these haters they can $#&@ up my flow i really like it when hit i got a reason to kill these hoes you remember how body was put in the trunk im drivin by poppin this and they gagin and droppin the kill granade its all just cause i heard that you were choppin at a mother$#&@er you cant run from the evil in me it cant be stopped i be killin a wheel and murderin anybodys in a field (*##$ i walk into the sea i gives a $#&@ about bisnitch if it doesnt kill him im comin when im ill mother$#&@er they need to run on their heels"

3rd verse:


gatherin their thoughts and their words and western demonds raise up headed to sky battle zone high in the sky and watch the world get blazed up battle won by the demonds and now my clique controllin heavon and hell the darkest crest none the less dont stress we controll your mind as well your seein satan in vision your mind has become your prison because senses are missin you hone in on my voice you listen i become your master through my only mental intrusion your whole world is confusin thanks to my mystic illusions


4th verse:

mystic illusions your confusion risin at your simple mind imma abuse it with words that are so twistic sedistic tragic but magic so mystic friday night the knifes stikin out of your head look at you shakin i know that you scared no wonder your knife is all over the place the terror is showin all over your face timin the fright of the night is as a rabbid a dog you cant sleep you turn and toss pysco drama consumes your brain feelin your tendancy go up in flames come with me to my demesion ridin with you give a mentour ninja now that i have your foot in the picture welcome to the fear convention appocolyptic one till you do the method son when you hear my name you run ^!$$% you advise a illusion"


5th verse:
"my name is the keeper occupation cannable my last name is lector my first name is hanoble and i hope you haters dont come after me K double E P A L double E this boys insane you see im havin halusinations i see the voltures in the trees i can smell all the stench of rottin bodies in the breez my very bestfriend is satan me and him always kick it words from the keeper man my illusions are always mystic"


6th verse:
"goin through every ^!$$% how to to be bigga you bigga than a dollar and alive in my flow appocolyptic fright lets talk about night hit em how to high five you can never save your soul caught in the face surrounded by hate you got the way to go now you wanna see the anti-christ lookin within indicated with sins surrounded the darkness of the tunnels they will never see day light work into the evil and you knew that you were eternaly encouraged when you were tryin to escape the rental robber has you riddled underneeth him and if you think about tomorrow you will never see the day you around and see the room is full of all the people that have bedn a victom of a lyrical fire caught up in the midst of a new black dawn got a french ride at a graveyard lawn four



CHOURS :

mystic illusions, mystic illusions, mystic illusions, mystic illusions, you tell me why you high, you tell me cry, down to mystic does not die.....