Black Lands

[Verse 1: Boondox]
Fly your banners 'cause The Horde is off to battle
Rugers hanging off the saddles got these bitches weak and rattled
Up the creek without a paddle, fuck defeat, there's no surrender
Slaughter them like cattle, no retreat, there's no pretenders
No contenders, yeah, when you step inside the Black Lands
Buk is winding up, they want to try to catch him backhands
Prophets of the Black Sands, quick to turn to violence (Turn to violence)
Things that they been screaming is gon' quickly turn to silence (Turn to silence)
An introduction to The Reaper
All the recently deceased be lining up to meet and greet ya
A feast for all the creatures crawling in and crawling out
And all the heathens and believers, they know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Talkin' 'bout)

[Chorus: Boondox & Bukshot]
Rulers of the Black Lands (Black Lands)
OG enough to throw hands (Throw hands)
I've been plottin' like a madman (Madman)
You don't stand a damn chance (Damn chance)
You don't man! (Don't man)

[Post-Chorus: Boondox & Bukshot]
I got that feeling (Feeling)
Shit's gonna hit the ceiling (Ceiling)
Hear our message they believing (Believing)
Horde enters, no one's leaving the Black Lands!
The Black Lands! The Black Lands!

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Blood eagle motherfucker, make 'em pay the price
Hang 'em by the lava pits, trap their souls in ice
Raised by the Cenobites, in the pits take your life
On the streets we play with knives, on the stage we're takin’ mics (Takin’ mics)
Get rid of the rivals one at a time, fuck the opps (Fuck the opps)
Takin' what's mine, watch these rappers falling off
They were never on though, perception is distorted
Agendas on the download, motives are recorded (Motives are recorded)
These mediocre bands followed by these shallow fans
Hunted by the gods from the forest of the shadows man (Shadows man)
In these Black Lands, our enemies are never safe
Let's celebrate, The Horde is back, now let me demonstrate

[Chorus: Boondox & Bukshot]
Rulers of the Black Lands (Black Lands)
OG enough to throw hands (Throw hands)
I've been plottin' like a madman (Madman)
You don't stand a damn chance (Damn chance)
You don't man! (Don't man)

[Post-Chorus: Boondox & Bukshot]
I got that feeling (Feeling)
Shit's gonna hit the ceiling (Ceiling)
Hear our message they believing (Believing)
Horde enters, no one's leaving the Black Lands!