Dies iræ, dies illa,Solvet sæclum in favílla,Teste David cum Sibýlla
!Quantus tremor est futúrus,quando judex est ventúrus,cuncta stricte discussúrus
!Tuba mirum spargens sonumper sepúlcra regiónum,coget omnes ante thronum.Mors stupébit et Natúra,cum resúrget creatúra,judicánti responsúra.Liber scriptus proferétur,in quo totum continétur,unde Mundus judicétur.Judex ergo cum sedébit,quidquid latet apparébit,nihil inúltum remanébit.Quid sum miser tunc dictúrus
?Quem patrónum rogatúrus,cum vix justus sit secúrus
?Rex treméndæ majestátis,qui salvándos salvas gratis,salva me, fons pietátis.Recordáre, Jesu pie,quod sum causa tuæ viæ
;ne me perdas illa die.Quærens me, sedísti lassus,redemísti crucem passus,tantus labor non sit cassus.Juste Judex ultiónis,donum fac remissiónisante diem ratiónis.Ingemísco, tamquam reus,culpa rubet vultus meus,supplicánti parce Deus.Qui Maríam absolvísti,et latrónem exaudísti,mihi quoque spem dedísti.Preces meæ non sunt dignæ,sed tu bonus fac benígne,ne perénni cremer igne.Inter oves locum præsta,et ab hædis me sequéstra,státuens in parte dextra.Confutátis maledíctis,flammis ácribus addíctis,voca me cum benedíctis.Oro supplex et acclínis,cor contrítum quasi cinis,gere curam mei finis.Lacrimósa dies illa,qua resúrget ex favíllajudicándus homo reus.Huic ergo parce, Deus.Pie Jesu Dómine,dona eis réquiem.
Amen.

‘ard ‘ard ‘ard heavy like dynofucking around no sparking mc like i’m rhinoi’m a hard drive you’re a sd microrally with the kid psycho give me that mic i’ll be letting that 9 blowcan’t see you man with no blind foldtry running that ejit flow bro you man are dry like cairo i’m on a grime broaint tryna go back to a gyrosieving on my shell shows and the radio show yeah i’ve got a 9 to 5 thoughdoing it right with no typo
man wanna be big fee fi foliving mcs swimming in shows like a lido no you won’t float cuz i’ll burst your lilo
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo

run the riddemcar man i run trackrally on dirt blacked out bally on firstwhen i’m on track man better get the picture
tell them put ashley on verseshutup you don’t want things to get worsemake an mc let off a turdtell em man get off my turf you move like woody i’m subtle i’m servedgo 16 for 16 i’m word for word put an mcs teeth on the curbaint what you want little dirtcome against me ignore that urgecar when i’m onset man purgeman could have been first or third get left in the new one general
have a doctor and nurse like oh my word
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo

run the riddemcar man i run track more than 100 metreswhen it gets me you’re a dreamerman better breeze like cheetahtell a man stop running the games it aint fifaleave your eye blue like peteryou’re a shit so i’m chilling with japanese akeetahsused to put cheese on turneetahsi can’t ease up tell a man give up trying to keep upmight see me with a suit in my hands so you know i’ve been rolling trees updraw that strap a 16 bar that’ll clean your team upknow what i mean like metrefor five lift a mans feet upreal mic man or no retardshutup
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo