Lyrics The Hour of Death - Skeptika, Spnda, Relentless

The Hour of Death

I think the doctor ordered murder
Death certificates are served like hors d’oeuvres
Catch a tre-5 or buck 50, nobody fucking with me
Unleash the dragon, fire covers the room
When the spirit reaches, breaking deals with the demons
That sound like the antichrist, reminds him of Slim Jesus
Your corpse arrived in time for the harvest
And that Cuban Link sparkle just assures that you’re a target
You might abort the mission if you’re nervous
Rap process quick as MacIntoshes
I saw mirages, dreaming of a family in a fortress
Instead, blood just oozes out the orifice
The crime scene was horrible and yet gorgeous
Broken ligaments, not your average gore just
A visit to the reaper and when he arrived, I replied
«You ain’t taking my body, I might just need it»
Somebody’s gotta die
Somebody’s gotta die
You got to go
Somebody’s gotta die
Somebody’s gotta die
Somebody’s gotta die
You got to go
Yo, uhuh, ayo
Tibetan books, crooks and castles looking at you
Keep they eyes Viacom was getting deep
Street politics, hollow tip thoughts, I lick off
Faces of the boss, fat belly full, no Rick Ross
Pasta plates, red gravy with the pen crazy
I operate like James Bond villains, you’ll never play me
Wavy ocean crash, riptides in these dark waters
I say a prayer for the single mothers, no fathers
fly traps looking for Venus
Mentally I took the scenic, feeling squeamish
Sick from this humble pie, I’m eating 7 pieces, now, my thesis
Is to murder everything that I’m touching, I’m Black Jesus
Turn water to wine, all the time metaphoric
I’m in a literal sense, I’m spitting chloric
Acid to masses now passed down through lineage
Gritty law mandates the landscape while city lives
Hey yo, live from the Bates Motel aka gates of hell
Misery and with the smell
Spells of a Blair Witch, scheming demons is careless
Demons dreaming of deaths hour in most malicious manner
These vicious planters of bad seeds, bad Santas
The advantage to have cannons protecting but he vanished
You flip the beat, I rip the beat like Jack from out of London
A strangler out of Boston firing brimstones upon us
I ponder with the chainsaw, soul snatcher came for
The Ring of Frodo, the immortal, the technique remain raw
Conquered all I came, saw
Role reverse, I go berserk for ancient and kush
Chocolate spears behind the bush is burning
that you be learning
The evil all around this hemisphere continue turning
Zombies and goblins, ghouls and ghosts doing the most
So when I spooks was zoning in my twilight
Somebody’s gotta die
Somebody’s gotta die
You got to go
Somebody’s gotta die
Somebody’s gotta die
Somebody’s gotta die
You got to go