3. Saints and Sinners (Lyrics)

(Verse 1)

Step into the realm of something that isn't natural.

Reports of resurrection is something that's very factual!
If  you're a monster, than I am Van-Helsing,
Extinguish anything hell fire can now bring.

The name rings,  Means The bells and Hunchback,

Haunts all the natives, Crucifixes in the back-packs.
True Religion used to conquer what seems  evil.
But Never mind the lies the media tries to feed you! (Uh)
So bring your thoughts for the preachers,
Ears to the speakers and the questions for the teachers.
Money for the features, souls to feed the creatures,
Doubt for believers we've now split the meters.(Uh)
........Without  the surgical equipment/
Play it backwards and you become equip with..
Slow it Down for anyone missing out on the quick wit,
Sewn from the sharpness If you choose to knit pick!

(Hook)
You better believe in Jesus
'cause only he can save ya now
throw in a saint or two why don't ya
three hail mary's and a hari krishna
you made me drink the kool-aid
you tricked me into thinkin' that Jill means Jack
you are the fire spawn of the Devil
but even he ain't takin' you back, back, back

(Verse 2)

It's fright night when I decide to ignite

Or excite to the point that makes you feel like,

You are battling an entity that's not from this planet

So even if your words are weapons there's no damage

This is More than a myth spoken all around the camp fire

Aim higher if you wanna' see me expire

Or Use a ghost writer, make ya' s*** a bit tighter,

Way I burn tracks you would think that I was Ghost Rider!

So get a lighter if you travel through the corridors.

Drop jaws like you just saw Minaj drawers.

It's Twilight when these Midnight Marauders,

Roam through your village and town in their persona.

Got The prophets in the closet that's trying defy logic.

But the topics of the projects bring tears to any optics.

Need to stop it if you  thinking you coming to bring grief.

Sheep for this lyrical slaughter it looks bleak!

(Hook)
You better believe in Jesus
'cause only he can save ya now
throw in a saint or two why don't ya
three hail mary's and a hari krishna
you made me drink the kool-aid
you tricked me into thinkin' that Jill means Jack
you are the fire spawn of the Devil
but even he ain't takin' you back, back, back