Angels Sing
So many's taking on the prince symbol
Princess cut her hand on a spindle
The rap game's been left unattended
To the point chaperones need be in attendance
See this is what it boils down to
Blood oath animal sacrifices for a price
Taking on the role of Van Helsing
Modern day slayer the silver is my LP
Holy water is in Apollo spray bottle
I squeeze it on Vamps and goons and gargoyles
Pivoting move throughout earths four corners
Out to prove what was sleep is no longer dormant
Stay sharp and cautious, getting nauseous
When a demon is close to my fortress, no bullshit
Everything you hear ain't the truth
Stop relying on the reverends preaching from the pulpit
{x2}
I can hear the angel's sing False Demi-gods throwing up signs
Have you thinking they blessed with a gift from the most high
With me that don't fly, eyes are wide shut
My interpretation of wavy's the hair I brush
Times are critical, sleep walkers walk around cynical
Few listen most don't, level's are at critical
Many are zombies minus the mummy wrap around they bodies
Seeking direction from authorities
Real life horror stories back block, scenes are gory
Pray for the best for my nephew Corey
Through a child's eyes and mind I no longer see
Cause I'm at the door 34 waist tighten my belt
Stigmata, spikes driven through my wrist impaled
Limbs form the letter 'T', a bloody thorn crown
Taking on the sins of the world
In need of a sacrifice
That I'm the one to lay my life down
Its like war going on between blood suckers and Lychens
Evils vs the righteous, the devil and Christ
Unexplained occurrences, unsolved murders
No answers, families left to bear deaths burden
Refuge taken in the house of the Lord
Tricksters play with your mind and end up in the Forbes
Knowing wealth is power, understand
Those who hold the keys to the door decide who gains entry
I've seen situations that was pure get tainted
But this ain't nothing new it's been going on for ages
Some blame it on the star David
Things built were from the hands of the blacks and Chinese hard labor
History is etched out, hid inside chambers
Purposefully locked away, yet I'm confused why they save it
But then there's witch hunts conducted by tomb raiders
Being funded by the same puppet masters that arranged it
In general I know what I'm doing
I did something to make your eyes open up, Right?
Princess cut her hand on a spindle
The rap game's been left unattended
To the point chaperones need be in attendance
See this is what it boils down to
Blood oath animal sacrifices for a price
Taking on the role of Van Helsing
Modern day slayer the silver is my LP
Holy water is in Apollo spray bottle
I squeeze it on Vamps and goons and gargoyles
Pivoting move throughout earths four corners
Out to prove what was sleep is no longer dormant
Stay sharp and cautious, getting nauseous
When a demon is close to my fortress, no bullshit
Everything you hear ain't the truth
Stop relying on the reverends preaching from the pulpit
{x2}
I can hear the angel's sing False Demi-gods throwing up signs
Have you thinking they blessed with a gift from the most high
With me that don't fly, eyes are wide shut
My interpretation of wavy's the hair I brush
Times are critical, sleep walkers walk around cynical
Few listen most don't, level's are at critical
Many are zombies minus the mummy wrap around they bodies
Seeking direction from authorities
Real life horror stories back block, scenes are gory
Pray for the best for my nephew Corey
Through a child's eyes and mind I no longer see
Cause I'm at the door 34 waist tighten my belt
Stigmata, spikes driven through my wrist impaled
Limbs form the letter 'T', a bloody thorn crown
Taking on the sins of the world
In need of a sacrifice
That I'm the one to lay my life down
Its like war going on between blood suckers and Lychens
Evils vs the righteous, the devil and Christ
Unexplained occurrences, unsolved murders
No answers, families left to bear deaths burden
Refuge taken in the house of the Lord
Tricksters play with your mind and end up in the Forbes
Knowing wealth is power, understand
Those who hold the keys to the door decide who gains entry
I've seen situations that was pure get tainted
But this ain't nothing new it's been going on for ages
Some blame it on the star David
Things built were from the hands of the blacks and Chinese hard labor
History is etched out, hid inside chambers
Purposefully locked away, yet I'm confused why they save it
But then there's witch hunts conducted by tomb raiders
Being funded by the same puppet masters that arranged it
In general I know what I'm doing
I did something to make your eyes open up, Right?
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Writer(s): Erik Vincent Stephens, Omar Credle
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