Текст песни Saints - DubVin

We are the saints of old, got our stories in pages
We hold to colder codes, this glory is dangerous

Enter the mind, that's under the halo
Locked and loaded, we dropping the payload
When the omens say so, we're the saints of the gods of old

Southern Cali, usurping the throne. Tame the wolf in the north and give Dani the bone
She calls it Drogon, the part she chokes on. You like season 8, potential so gone
Eye of Sauron with the Roman legion, Sun Tzu taught me to be deceiving
So I slithered in the garden of Eden, Eve ate the apple, yes I'm the reason

Keep it on the low, but I got the magic. Grab your winter coat, I'm about to cast it
Spell to freeze hell, still pyromanic. Me and Nobe put you in the casket

We are the saints of old, got our stories in pages
We hold to colder codes, this glory is dangerous

Heart of a saint, but the mind of Satan, schoolboy in the queue, but I ain't waiting
Nobe S. with the heat, but I ain't baking. Got the holy spirit to leave you fainting
I'm the phantom, no masquerading. Make the music of the night, it's the dark we're raising
I'm the cards, without the faces, only deal in numbers, so best start paying

Call me a clown, that's what I am to a T, that makes these rappers little kids to eat
They all out here saying they run the streets, but they minds in the gutter mean they float with me
No paper mache needed to wash them away, just a touch of fear turns them to pray
The dark inside keeps out the light of day, we play in the night and that's where we stay

Find us in a full moon, basked in light. You'll become our sacrifice
Listen to our gods, they speak at night. Speak through the rhythm of a rapper's mic
We are the saints of old
Got our stories in pages

We hold to colder codes, this glory is dangerous
We are the saints of old
Mmm hmmm mmmhmmm
We hold to colder codes
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