[ Verse 1 : Apoc Krysis ]
Approaching evil tendencies I hop
Inside the Chevrolet
A patriot of esoteric knowledge
They gone, learn today
Occultist status high priest
Of all ceremonies
Skies of gray
Don’t feel so sorry for the weak
They strong enough to dig they graves the
Heretics they bend they knees
In sight of what’s unknown to thee
The knowledge of true happiness
Is not too far outside your reach
Just give us all your money
All possessions, wе mean everything
A dеlegate of delicate balance of good and evils reach, I reach outside my glove box for
The Glock to off my enemies
You speak on me
I speak curses hexes unholy
Havoc reeks
The reaper rests his blessed undying and scolding energy inside this fleshy vessel that until the grave belongs to me
[Verse 2]
Back turned to the knife I never knew was pressin' in, life’s a bitch and doesn’t care to much for people questionin' , I keep it low profile, never try the steppin' in, angels In the distance watching over every Stab it hits, so much for a guardian, strange things a happenin' sometimes I feel blessed but I don’t think it is a habit bitch, I never switch I never lie but that don’t mean that it’s returned, cherish every failure as another brutal lesson learned
Heavy weight hustlin' open gates to closet hataz in the mist , I had at least a couple bails left to make a grip, but that could change when niggas jumpin to the other ship
For that reason cultist Souljas packing extra clips
You slip we slide watch yo back outside
The moon is full tonight all my demons finna rise it’s a Gemini two faced tied down type game biggest lie the devil ever told I ain’t gon change
Shit get deeper then a chasm when the guap involved
Turnin' feelings into phantoms when my Glock absolve
Ain’t a skeleton in closet lye would not dissolve
The acid hits but the trip had happen when souls were forced to fall
Approaching evil tendencies I hop
Inside the Chevrolet
A patriot of esoteric knowledge
They gone, learn today
Occultist status high priest
Of all ceremonies
Skies of gray
Don’t feel so sorry for the weak
They strong enough to dig they graves the
Heretics they bend they knees
In sight of what’s unknown to thee
The knowledge of true happiness
Is not too far outside your reach
Just give us all your money
All possessions, wе mean everything
A dеlegate of delicate balance of good and evils reach, I reach outside my glove box for
The Glock to off my enemies
You speak on me
I speak curses hexes unholy
Havoc reeks
The reaper rests his blessed undying and scolding energy inside this fleshy vessel that until the grave belongs to me
[Verse 2]
Back turned to the knife I never knew was pressin' in, life’s a bitch and doesn’t care to much for people questionin' , I keep it low profile, never try the steppin' in, angels In the distance watching over every Stab it hits, so much for a guardian, strange things a happenin' sometimes I feel blessed but I don’t think it is a habit bitch, I never switch I never lie but that don’t mean that it’s returned, cherish every failure as another brutal lesson learned
Heavy weight hustlin' open gates to closet hataz in the mist , I had at least a couple bails left to make a grip, but that could change when niggas jumpin to the other ship
For that reason cultist Souljas packing extra clips
You slip we slide watch yo back outside
The moon is full tonight all my demons finna rise it’s a Gemini two faced tied down type game biggest lie the devil ever told I ain’t gon change
Shit get deeper then a chasm when the guap involved
Turnin' feelings into phantoms when my Glock absolve
Ain’t a skeleton in closet lye would not dissolve
The acid hits but the trip had happen when souls were forced to fall
( Sacred Circle )
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