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What Can The Matter Be Lyrics

(Intro: Holocaust)
The Holocaust, the Holocaust, the Holocaust
The Holocaust...

(Holocaust)
A bat lives by hearing, the mother eats the moths and nats
She captures in full flight
I pull a knife or a gun, you're watching a bullfight
Then I strike in hood at night, printed on the moon in good heights
My gun is a revolver type, there is no other man as hype
As the Holocaust, despite hound
An Italian maids woman dropped her pail to the ground
When she saw a bloody mess as she heard a sharp sound
The weight found, then I escaped the town
Cyclone MC, many bones are thrown for me, a lot to eat
You rock to sleep, from the great caves I stalked in Greece
Piece by piece, guarding soldier alone, shown the feast
Going to sleep, heads thrown to street
Night by themselves, some men retreat
Lovely distortion, bloody misfortune, calmly swept off their feet
A phenomenon to natural science seek alone discrete
Known un-weak, and grown physique
A phantom of a person living or dead
In a place where his body is known to be
From Los Angeles to Manhattan, and back again

(Chorus 2X: Holocaust)
What Can the Matter Be?
What Can the Matter Be?
I came from the Wu-Tang Academy
Ain't no man mad at me

(Holocaust)
The nice old innkeeper and his inn, were most
You tried to return and found both of which were ghosts
Headless heathen and heroic heroes, on his shoulder a crow
The undertaker is skilful, the makers of widows
Forsaker of the hills behold, nature's criminal
Creator of riddles, the breaker of windows
Gun will wake an armadillo, your rhyme is less than zero
I bust your fucking head with a bat at the table like Robert De Niro
My program is full of firewalls, the rap population plummet
American flag of gun love it, a bird is warm blooded
In caring for this a gift from Heaven, the dark overlord watched
I wield fire sitting on a pillared throne, the fucking 'Warlock'
Edgar Allen Poe died in Baltimore
Was found lying outside a voting place
Probably on October 3rd, my gunshot through your shoulder hurt
The progress seems very slow, your accomplishes may not show
Journey into an untouched world of darkness, bro
I paralyze my pray and take them to an underground shaft
He who laughs best, laughs last
The smoke rises forming hours after a triple atomic blast
From Los Angeles to Manhattan, and back again

(Chorus 4X)

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