Rob The Viking - Angel of d**h lyrics

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Rob The Viking - Angel of d**h lyrics

[Intro] Nothing can hurt us now What we have can't be destroyed That's our victory, our victory over the dark [Verse 1: Madchild] Been bombin' before, Andromeda's core Islamic's at war, blood red on the floor I'm in my own lane, ten game hitter Friends get bitter, someone that they won't get rid of We had the dopest litter, bunch of Bowe, Riddicks Rappers with pro fitteds, we had no critics I f**in' flow with it, my soul is so acidic A style that you won't mimic cause this is no gimmick I'm f**in' Madchild, ba*tard, I'm my own man Now I'm a grown man followin' a program I'm tryin' to get myself security like Homeland Health, wealth, family, and definitely romance Colder than a snowman We are 'bout to blow, man Steady like a slow jam Heavy like a cro-mag Verifying that I'm terrifying with every entry Rapper of the month? We are rappers of the century Your sh** is elementary Time we hit the gates we'll be rappers of the century [Hook: Prevail] Petty loads of chemicals brother I'm a black shark in dark water Crashin' through your boat and your rudder They won't discover you motherf**er, you're lost as sea Twenty tentacles wrap around you like the roots of a tree [Verse 2: Prevail] From the incubator straight to incinerator Open up the steel gates, a modern day liberator Grey matter data ate a rapper for lunchtime I want my revenge like I came from a mummy's mind I ain't scare of no ambulance, magic spells and sunshine Energy points, portals, ports, and landlines Great minds alike think, strike down the weaklings Light tower, watchtower, watch how the beacon blink Deeper drink down potion, poison earth, ocean water Barbara is so filled with 'plistic, mask of Phantom of the Opera Watch out for chandeliers crashin' through the floor, Joyce Poor choice of words, never hear my voice say those Yeah, you underneath the heavy waves, color of colbalt Salt stick float box, tempature so cold Big drops of freezin' rain, born to reign upon this plane You call it reality, I call it a pawn in game k** the king, capture flag, drag the bag to vulture valley If that's just to far to drive, leave it in the back of alleys Steal the ring, capture flag, drag the bones to harbor's bend If that sh** to far to swim then leave em in the garbage bin

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