Epic Stories Untold (Prayer for My Enemies), by A$CII DAGGER

Epic Stories Untold (Prayer for My Enemies) by A$CII DAGGER, released 03 June 2022 ██████†‡██████ Listen to "Epic Stories Untold" https://orcd.co/epic-stories-untold ██████†‡██████ ///////// LYRICS ///////// Epic Stories Untold (Prayer For My Enemies)   Intro_ Ayy man, you know it’s DAGGER, man   Chorus (Dada Shiva)_ Prayer for my enemies, Woe unto you now if you tryna bury me, I got a hitta on the phone and his guns are very clean, They just talking lucid dreams, I do not know what ya mean. I ain’t sleep, If we keep it really G, Woe unto you now if ya tryna bury me, It get deep, In the blinking of an eye, People die, And get left out in the street so they pree!   Verse 1 (Dada Shiva)_ My heart is darker than the soot from a burnt book, When you see my timing on the clock you gon’ look like Captain Hook, All them sneaky hittas that you know looking like Captain Cook, I don’t really mess with all that iffy ish since after bush, In the bunker where they used to call a killa Captain Kush, If ya phone buzz in my vicinity then let it rang, I ain’t getting tapped, Leaks get slapped, Rats get capped, Think about that, If you tend to blab, Put a 44 into ya mouth and make you rap, You see - that twisted sense of tomfoolery is nothing new to me, I know some G’s would laugh hysterically while you just stare at me, I know that ya’ll think you know everything but no ones scaring me, I’m terrifying falling phantom menace couldn’t fight half of me while I’m napping G, you looking feathery, You’re a target - a victim - I’m the opposite I know that violence has rhythm   Chorus (Dada Shiva)_ Prayer for my enemies, Woe unto you now if you tryna bury me, I got a hitta on the phone and his guns are very clean, They just talking lucid dreams, I do not know what ya mean. I ain’t sleep, If we keep it really G, Woe unto you now if ya tryna bury me, It get deep, In the blinking of an eye, People die, And get left out in the street so they pree!   Verse 2 (Human Wa$te)_ We all wanna tell epic tales of glory, War stories that paint a picture - notorious allegories, That give our struggle significance, Shadow boxing demons toxic, magnificence - mandatory, We never talk about the losses, the double crosses,  The emptiness of defeat that brings you to your knees, Albatrosses around your neck, weight heavy, can’t go on, Gotta show ‘em, stand fast, all heart like Agamemnon,  Command forces and step on killing fields, we remember, Ancestors, spirit guides and never surrender,  Defeat and death can’t be avoided forever, But our heroic deeds echo eternally around the Halls of Valhalla.   Chorus (Dada Shiva)_ Prayer for my enemies, Woe unto you now if you tryna bury me, I got a hitta on the phone and his guns are very clean, They just talking lucid dreams, I do not know what ya mean. I ain’t sleep, If we keep it really G, Woe unto you now if ya tryna bury me, It get deep, In the blinking of an eye, People die, And get left out in the street so they pree!