Angels Sing

[Verse 1]

Uh, 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

The holy water's in Apollo spray bottle

I squeeze it on vamps and goons and gargoyles

Pivoting move throughout Earth's 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 pulpits

[Chorus: Sam Cooke & The Soul Stirrers sample]

I can hear the angel's sing

I can hear the angel's sing

[Verse 2]

False demigods 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, levels are at critical

Many are zombies minus the mummy wrap around their 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 an adult, thirty-four waist tightens 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

[Chorus: Sam Cooke & The Soul Stirrers sample]

I can hear the angel's sing

I can hear the angel's sing

[Verse 3]

It's like war going on between blood suckers and lycans

Evils vs the righteous, the Devil and Christ

Unexplained occurrences, unsolved murders

No answers, families left to bear death's 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 keys to the door decides 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 of David

Things built were from the hands of the Blacks and Chinese hard labor

History's 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

[Chorus: Sam Cooke & The Soul Stirrers sample]

I can hear the angel's sing

I can hear the angel's sing

[Outro]

In general I know what I'm doing

I did something to make your eyes open up, right ?