Angels Sing

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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?
 

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Duration
04:02
Key
5
Tempo
173 BPM

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