I hold the future in my fingertips
My destination races across her lips
It's no surprise, it's just what it predicts
My fat
We Live This Shit lyrics

[Chorus: Sen Dog]

Eastside L.A. 
Cypress Hill all daye is sealed shut by the dice it picks
So I shook my magic eightball (woah oh oh)
And I posed an inquiry (inquiry)
And my future began to surface (woah oh o
Mourning Train lyrics

Mama don't 'you send me no love this month
'cause my heart is all used u
h)
Outlook not so good, most likely not, my sources say no
It is without a doubt hard to figure out this magic ball
What gives it it's mojo powers, and mak
Pax Horiendi lyrics

......Mortuum itstum componi corpore, spuiritu et anima,eumque natur
es it so mystical
Is it the faith of over a million kids who find it believable?
Or is it a bunch of four-sided dice trapped in a black plastic ball?