Lyrics: I swear I testify , it’s not all just black and white, I’ll find a better life just give the hand a shake. You hate me, get in line, We’re braced for better times, just keep your head up high and get up out my way. Yea, mic’s on, one, two, and the checks done. Showtime ain’t no need for a test run, new coat, new stains, and some fresh blood, birds of a flock they go mad for the breadcrumbs. Our poisons poured till we get drunk Gon’ learn where the chains on our neck from. Bring the bloodshed back like it’s redrum. Radio static that’s the tune that the dead hum, they all loving me tuning in to my messages, phasing them out like doublespeak, misremember their etiquette, deal in souls like it’s currency, I’m removing their vestiges Listening to the summaries, and learning who the Devil is, you don’t wanna bet on it, leaving husks of men until the hope inside is derelict. Turning up the volume so the sound you hear is deafening, knock-knock-knock, when you hear em’, then you let him in. Hide another skeletons my closets getting larger, listen to the audience their canning all the laughter, son another heretic, listen to your father Way I move like Reddit - I’m delivering em’ karma, i’m not a saint or a martyr, pray to your masters, question my role, and gave them the answer, their not the snakes that I’m after, broadcast their hell and then asked them to rate the disaster. I swear I testify, it’s not all just black and white, I’ll find a better life just give the hand a shake, hate me, just get in line, we’re braced for better times, just keep your head up high and get up out my way. They all want a hit of your pain, broadcast in a stereo haze , cry out if you’re getting afraid, turn the volume up, hellfire isn’t really just flames, right now it’s a city of stains, all primed for it being my stage, turn the volume up, yea OG don’t dabble in bootlegs I mean my waves gon’ carry the tune best, they be so scared, they having to choose death, can’t make a change, not cracking a few heads, ay, red and black I leave it like a roulette, ay ay, on the track but never a duet, ay ay, out my bag, a devil in new threads, I go ghost every note like what he will do next? Uh, I’mma make them shake like a tremolo, put them in a grave by the second note, do it every day, every episode, keep on going up like a shepherd’s tone I be loving modal when I set the tone, encore, encore, I’m the best in show, sign off and I left a note, see the dead man hang like a telephone. I swear I testify, it’s not all just black and white, I’ll find a better life just give the hand a shake, hate me just get in line, we’re braced for better times, just keep your head up high and get up out my way, they all want a hit of your pain, broadcast in a stereo haze, cry out if you’re getting afraid, turn the volume up, Hellfire isn’t just flames, right now it’s a city of stains, all primed for it being my stage, turn the volume up (Random noises I’m to lazy to write)
Sorry if its a little fast (the gif) SO ITS A DEAL THEN?
