Mac Lethal & Tech N9ne “Angel of Death” (Official Song)

Posted on 6th September 2016 By chop

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LYRICS
Mac Lethal:
Now in my mothafuckin heart I got a lot of real love,
but my brain’s unstable,
I just wanna wish death onto major labels,
I just wanna wish death onto basic cable,
and the fuckin’ radio station to fake to play true shit,
real music… kill the industry bodyybag it with blue lips,
ohh shit, drop the casket in tulips,
2 clips pop attacking you move quick! Woo!
Gotta warm it up I’m guessing,
Cuz I’m flowing like I’m stepping with an AK47,
semi-automatic, mac-11 weapon and eleven methods,
of making medicine out of madness in a session,
man my vocal chords are bleeding cuz I’m rapping with aggressiveness,
It doesn’t matter if I’m hoarse (horse) I’m practically a Pegasus,
you’re looking at a lunatic, I’m bigger and sicker,
and every time I fucking pick up the liquor,
I’m ripping it quicker and I don’t give a fuck about the gimmick I’m sick of it,
this is the end of it, this isn’t intimate,
I don’t wanna underestimate the fact that I got endless influence,
I could probably make a couple children end up as idiots,
All I gotta do is settle and argument with the Devil,
my heart isn’t made of metal,
but part of me’s just an artist,
and part of me is a martyr of marketing,
at a level that’s arguably incredible,
pardon the schizophrenia!
demons are always talking to me and I fuck em often,
my feet are up in a coffin, not breathing not fuckin’ talking,
I need you, I’m fucking stalking you,
searching until I find you,
I’m LURKING I’m RIGHT BEHIND YOU,
I’LL MURDER YOU: ON THE BIBLE,
I admit that I’m a little loony,
you could prolly stick me in the psycho
ward,
I’m thinking of the planet earth and flying towards,
Heaven… walk in, holding two guns up,
since she’s been gone I ain’t ever felt the sun up,

Bridge:
I lost my mom when I was 23,
and all I wanna know is what the Angel of Death wants from me,
I wrote this song holding a baby she slept,
now I’m hoping I can save her from the mothafuckin’ ANGEL OF DEATH

ANGEL OF DEATH ANGEL OF DEATH ANGEL OF DEATH

Tech N9ne:
Sin in my cinema,
get to sippin’ with a spliff,
I got a soul it be sinister,
with the sick, a lot of shit,
I’m bout to give you the killer drama like Bryan DePalma,
who be the angel that got me flying? My mama,
Devil don’t wanna see me tight as string in a piano,
My levels equivalent to flight when you see animals,
Over the aircraft and into the universe,
a lunar curse, when I sit down I’m ready to groom a verse,
in the middle of a murder I kill up everything,
I’m taking the title from the idol for the meddling with the metal head,
nigga better go hit the pedal, cuz an Angel don’t ever give a damn what a Devil said,
anybody wanna battle I’m a decapitate,
I can do it the fluid will kill em off when I activate,
I’m a laugh a lot of em little lames when I lacerate,
murder masses with my mic and my masturbate,
leave y’all, with the tongue and these jaws,
I’m incredible haters don’t wanna ever recall,
that I come to beast all, they free fall, cuz we raw,
Nina be heavy you be the leaf on the seesaw,
so competitive they gimme the bucks,
they don’t wanna step into me cuz I’m rippin em up,
and all the people that wanna get it,
I’m ready so come on with it,
but if you a critic, we never giving a fuck, we living it up

Bridge:
I’m in a mess I lost Maudie,
I don’t want anybody to call me,
I’m really vexed and not jolly,
the shit I been thinking is ungodly,
will I reign, will I stress?
either way I’m gonna aim at your chest,
I ain’t tripping of the Angel of Death
cuz Maudie Sue Yates is the Angel of Tech
Cha!

Written by Mac Lethal & Tech N9ne
Produced by Michael “Seven” Summers
Mixed by Justin Mantooth at West End Studios

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