The Mark Of The Beast

(album: Before The Mosh - 2018)

[Bass Santana:]
[?] he was like, all I have to [?]
All you have to do is donate this amount of money to the church and I'll send you a prayer card and it'll heal whatever sickness you have. And my grandmother, being a strong religious woman, you feel me? She sent this money for the prayer card and nothing ever happened, ya know? She never got healed. Nothing magically came and touched her

Fuck a priest, ain't no finding peace
Demons put me sleep
Jesus weep in the fucking deep, looking for the beast
Tryna teach how to stay awoke, practice what you preach
Niggas weak, they can't tell me shit
Look before you reach

I'm with Bass, he been tryna manage, he been on his own
Losing faith in this fucking planet, I can't call it home
Losing faith in what they call love, I just stay alone
Losing faith, I need fucking drugs, that's why I stay stoned
I ain't afraid to go to hell 'cause I'm in hell
Clean the murder scene, locate the shelves
Either suck my dick or she gon' pay the bill
No subpeona on me, I would never tell
Back serving licks bitch, I'm out here
Black on black, no violence it's the outfit
Pussy ain't good if you can't see the imprint
I was fucking bitches way back in detention
I ain't gon' run up no talks with you, but I could catch you slipping
Lost inside the sauce, you niggas drowning I'm just dripping
Slavery never died, no they just started making prisons
And my fucking vote don't matter, we not a part of they vision
I ain't with it

[Bass Santana & cameronazi:]
Fuck a priest, ain't no finding peace
Demons put me sleep
Jesus weep in the fucking deep, looking for the beast
Tryna teach how to stay awoke, practice what you preach
Niggas weak, they can't tell me shit
Look before you reach
Fuck a priest, ain't no finding peace
Demons put me sleep
Jesus weep in the fucking deep, looking for the beast
Tryna teach how to stay awoke, practice what you preach
Niggas weak, they can't tell me shit
Look before you reach

[Bass Santana:]
Jumped off the porch, switchblade in my sweater
Press Bass the God, no bitch you know better
Pick up that stick, throw hands, you call suffer
Pick up that stick, throw hands, I'll knock your bitch ass out
Fuck this corporate system that we living in, we'll never win
Ain't no freedom when you live in sin, but fuck we won't repent
Tell your white savior he can suck it, I don't give a damn
Tell a white bitch that she can bust it for me and my friends
I would never trust in love again, I'm a damaged man
Lost in my frustration and depression, it won't fucking end

[Cameronazi:]
Fuck a priest, that's right at your feet, this is what I preach
They telling lies, listen to my speech, this is what I preach
The life we live took a [?] to burn it in
But this is rage burning in your face, make you feel the pain
The outsiders, dark riders, the forgotten
The world's dying, our future crying
Don't know the truth, don't know what's true
I lose my head, I lose my mind
I ain't scared to die, I ain't scared to die, I ain't scared to die