DJ Muggs, Sick Jacken все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

He collected the cash, well respected for connections with gangs
Sworn in, took an oath, never mentioned the plan
The Pope's right hand, brother to the cardinal man
Brought him in, now he's part of the scam
Understand there's a church in every hood
And every hood has a rep
God's banker better have that money on deck
To kick upstairs so that he can answer your prayers

There was a man on the Hill with the murderous skill
He came from the east where the art revealed
And exiled to the Lost City
That's where he built a small set
That's known as assassins still
Kill soul, move real slow advance the trio
All the while with his face concealed
Pulling strings like a puppet master, slash the enemy grills

I'm getting chorded in
Through rites recorded in script by the templar knights
The secrets sworn in men
They say the fortune's been passed down like stolen gems
Like sacred prophecies and bibles they're encoded in
I'm feeling born again, baptized by the double cross staff
Feel the devil-god clash in me
The darkness ending, the light beginning