Lyrics

Constantine exercising demons out of so called rappers
Kicking the shit out of them like a soccer team
Inflicting pictures with modern themes
Memory is full of tragedy
Spit 16 with amazing accuracy
Only my lyrical mind is backing me
Eardrums explode bodies realign with its soul
As I feel an overwhelming sense of cold
Light flashes
Underneath the pale moon, night crashes
Execute you like a peasant in Europe no light lashes
Pyramids, you have a slate of rappers
Individual executions I clearing it
Appointment cancelled
If god asked why you died I’m the answer