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t.wi.n. towerz - t.wi.n. towerz - t.wi.n.tro/black eyed angels lyrics

[super ego introduction]

hip hop heads in the known universe
we’d like to introduce to you
two of the tallest lyricists in the mil, two wisconsin ninjas
ladies and gentleman, saintz and sinners
put your hands together, for the t.wi.n. towerz

john doe and super ego, [scratches] t.wi.n. towerz, this is the beginning
john doe and super ego, [scratches] t.wi.n. towerz, standing tall
john doe and super ego, [scratches] t.wi.n. towerz, blessing you with a cl-ssic

[verse 1: super ego]

blue, gold, green, red
what if it was a different color instead?
what type of thought would be running through your head?
what would you do if you saw someone shot, dead?
dead, the church bells ring
families grieve like the p-ssing of a king
angels with black eyes, black wings
a man dies everytime the gat sings
demons on blood-stained walls
write out the names of the sons they call
curse of the gunplay brawl
those who play with death? one day fall
welcome to the cathedral
where saintz purify the souls of bad people
this is dark, not evil
animals only k!ll if they need to

[hook]

and shepherds we shall be
for thee my lord for thee
power hath descended forth from thy hand
so thy feet may swiftly carry out thy command
and so we shall flow a river forth to thee
and teeming with souls shall it ever be
in nomeni patri et fili spiritus sancti

[verse 2: john doe]

midnight, is when the reaper strikes
vampires with longer fangs for deeper bites
zombies roam the streets during sleepless nights
hood sermons about a preacher’s plight
and i bring the light like i’m jesus christ, the resurrector
righteously walking throughout the sector
fed up and resorting to drastic measures
to show these cats that all life should be treasured
the price of a soul is worth more than gold
and every man should have the chance to grow old
but evil lurks in the hearts of jerks
deadly tactics forcing john the baptist to put in work
murk a demon, leave him bleedin’ on the cement
strike so fast, the eyewitness didn’t see it
erase the d-mned like lambs to the slaughter
and clean the crime scene up with holy water

[hook]

- t wi n towerz lyrics

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