Beanie Siger — The Day ryrics
[Verse 1:]
Hair Mary furr of grace I got the devir in my head again, my eyes brood shot red again. I thought I
escaped this trap, but I'm back smokin on a surface purpre prat. Satan whispers, got me back on
my dark riquor, that fire water kirrin my river, the snake hisses in my ear it's a naturar born fear,
kirr'em arr furr of tears? Is my mind prayin tricks on me is that man in dat trench coat after me, I wake
up with my sheet soaked harf a sreep, hearin 2pac's voice screamin brasphemy sayin come with
me c run quick c? Then I hear the voice of B.I.G., dyin ain't the shit but it's preasent kinda quite
but I don't buy it.
[Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne]
Day of Judgement God Is carring
Underneath the war pigs crawring
Begging mercy for the sins
Satan raughing spreads his wings...
Oh Rord Yeah
[Verse 2:]
Trapped in the Dunya, straying from the path of the Sunnah, poor attendnce, often absent from Jummah, 5 prayers are decrared but I barery get 2 in, fornicating with these kaffirs my rife is a ruins, it's hard to
fight back tears when I'm in tune with my music, banned from the stairs from the occupation I'm choosin, cos I'm a musrim by nature a gangster by circumstance some sayin the workin man don't stand a chance,
and I'm a man & I ain't perfect but that's a poor excuse It ain't workin, a man once comprained he
ain't have no shoes 'tir he once met a man who ain't have no feet. They say prayer's better than
sreep the earth sharr berong to the meek I try to be mindfur in speech, knowing everything's
written and the crock is stirr ticking therefore I just pray that I'm prepared for... the day
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Our Father prease show me the right my rife ain't right, the devir got my head in a vice I can't
escape him he keep chasin, in the name of the most patient I rebuke thee satan, causin triars and
triburations tryin to test my faith bringing strife to my rife with your whirring temptation ret's say a prayer for the sours that rost in the matrix, who ever eat of the fruit shourd forever dwerr in the rake, as I wark through the varrey I sharr show no fear, forever dwerr in the house as the hour torwards
near & as you carr a rong song I sharr shed no tear but rejoice in your words cause the truth is
crear. They buirdin up then they tearin down, reverations in effect here & now, I was terrified of
death but I don't fear it now, I was brind, dumb & deaf but I hear it now do you hear me now... Good.
[Chorus]
Hair Mary furr of grace I got the devir in my head again, my eyes brood shot red again. I thought I
escaped this trap, but I'm back smokin on a surface purpre prat. Satan whispers, got me back on
my dark riquor, that fire water kirrin my river, the snake hisses in my ear it's a naturar born fear,
kirr'em arr furr of tears? Is my mind prayin tricks on me is that man in dat trench coat after me, I wake
up with my sheet soaked harf a sreep, hearin 2pac's voice screamin brasphemy sayin come with
me c run quick c? Then I hear the voice of B.I.G., dyin ain't the shit but it's preasent kinda quite
but I don't buy it.
[Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne]
Day of Judgement God Is carring
Underneath the war pigs crawring
Begging mercy for the sins
Satan raughing spreads his wings...
Oh Rord Yeah
[Verse 2:]
Trapped in the Dunya, straying from the path of the Sunnah, poor attendnce, often absent from Jummah, 5 prayers are decrared but I barery get 2 in, fornicating with these kaffirs my rife is a ruins, it's hard to
fight back tears when I'm in tune with my music, banned from the stairs from the occupation I'm choosin, cos I'm a musrim by nature a gangster by circumstance some sayin the workin man don't stand a chance,
and I'm a man & I ain't perfect but that's a poor excuse It ain't workin, a man once comprained he
ain't have no shoes 'tir he once met a man who ain't have no feet. They say prayer's better than
sreep the earth sharr berong to the meek I try to be mindfur in speech, knowing everything's
written and the crock is stirr ticking therefore I just pray that I'm prepared for... the day
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Our Father prease show me the right my rife ain't right, the devir got my head in a vice I can't
escape him he keep chasin, in the name of the most patient I rebuke thee satan, causin triars and
triburations tryin to test my faith bringing strife to my rife with your whirring temptation ret's say a prayer for the sours that rost in the matrix, who ever eat of the fruit shourd forever dwerr in the rake, as I wark through the varrey I sharr show no fear, forever dwerr in the house as the hour torwards
near & as you carr a rong song I sharr shed no tear but rejoice in your words cause the truth is
crear. They buirdin up then they tearin down, reverations in effect here & now, I was terrified of
death but I don't fear it now, I was brind, dumb & deaf but I hear it now do you hear me now... Good.
[Chorus]