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Blood Propaganda
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Heavenly Host
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BLOOD PROPAGANDA by Apoc the Death Architect The Architect conducts supreme massacre Perfected the craft as I swing my Excalibur So why the [bad word] focus? When brain tries to comprehend my words, it decomposes. You posers rap? Now that's unacceptable 'Cause most of ya'll grab the mic for the [bad word] spectacle And if you think your bling makes you respectable I'ma slice off and burn your [bad word] testacles Yeah! Don't you talk about war, kid And don't you rap about the streets if you're born rich Love rap, club rap, thug rap, [bad word] THAT! You dropped a whole album without saying [bad word] [bad word] I spit sick while ya'll lyrically incompetent Call me an [bad word] I'll take it as a complement I'll hook you up with an IV of my [bad word] Internally kill you with microscopic demons CHORUS Hip-hop! Will I live to tell? How can I be an angel if I live in hell? Brutality is the proper answer Let the world hear my blood propaganda I don't need to be subliminal To be lyrical or to speak facts through my rituals I never keep my revelations to a minimal So when I speak it's indeed critical Don't you think it's hypocritical? The way balladeers and bands think they original What the [bad word] makes ya'll so special? You plagiarize songs for career credentials You ain't even got potential 'cause honestly Revivals ain't synonymous to artistry So next time you brainwash the Philippines You wake up the next day strapped to guillotines Yeah! Apoc is sick of lies So I'ma decorate your bodies with kitchen knives And if none of ya'll can stomach my wicked rhymes I don't give a [bad word] so all you [bad word] die! CHORUS Hip-hop! Will I live to tell? How can I be an angel if I live in hell? Brutality is the proper answer Let the world hear my blood propaganda I be independent permanently Transform Hip-hop is the purpose for me So ya'll better listen up every commercial emcee 'cause I got every demon in hell worshipping me I firmly believe I could never be struck with applause Unless I make music about the thugs and the thongs I could never be like that, never stuck with the wrong I would rather write something 'bout [bad word] your mom Plus most of ya'll don't know the methodology You just got connections and the technology All I need is paper and a pack of cigarettes So [bad word] ya'll overnight rappers in the internet And if ya'll sleep to this, you're dead meat I'll place a dozen beartraps under your bed sheets Now you know why I'm not mainstream compatible 'cause I spit bloody than a bulimic cannibal CHORUS Hip-hop! Will I live to tell? How can I be an angel if I live in hell? Brutality is the proper answer Let the world hear my blood propaganda
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