Текст песни Saints With No Halos (feat. Kahlee & DJ Kitsos) [REMIX] - Mic Bles

We bar the heaviest deadly Marcus Aurelius
Con artist miscellaneous rappers and alias
Maneuvering through your radius aiming it simultaneously
Stray shots is firing hatting since when I came in it
From the apocalypse out the abyss I still exist thru silly shit
Like actor rappers, puppeteers, ventriloquists
Delivering oxygen like propellers on helicopter spin
Toxic acapellas word murder popular operatives
Like I'm supposed to do serving them with a word or two
No longer pissing vertical really nobody heard of you
Mic is just my silencer enemy's now admirers
Penning liquid fire for street writers and rioters
Through the years I spoke a lot of dope
Broken obstacles shine kaleidoscopes
Opening closing doors when not a lotta hope
Wrote for not a lotta folks, saints but we not the Pope
Exit through the fog like silhouettes thru the cigar smoke

It's that coke taped in a brick, Level 13's the chef
Reaching through the speaker mesh and vibrating in your chest
Took the eight oh five, five, one oh one to the eight oh five live
Mic Bless, bless the mic, I leave the stage baptized
I'll short circuit the electric chair
The crowds got they hands high like they reaching for some Tupperware
They jaws dropping how he slick talkin
I'll melt a mic cord soldering iron Christopher Walken
The ill ability to piece together puzzles with the verbiage
Alphabetic acrobatic, high flying circus
Spiting daggers at a spinning target
Apples off of heads blindfolded on the surface
Calm collected confidence
I walk in the spot and lights flicker
Parade floats throwing confetti glitter
Helio Bray the way I paint a picture
They whispering is he a saint or sinner
I'm back from hunting dinner
The fire's on I been letting it simmer