Skylines - Painted In Exile

Nigga, you know who the fuck it is

It’s 3.14 gettin' wild on this shit

I like a bad beat like I like a bad bitch,

but a motha fucka runs his mouth and a motha fucka get a stitch.

And you’re coming to the show, you take your pants off

‘cause it’s gonna be a pants off dance off

Come into your city, bitches call me Gandalf

Shoot off like a missile motha fucka watch me blast off

And this shits gonna drop we gettin crazy

Shits gonna drop soon like the pants on these ladies

See us in the paper, nigga see us in the Newsday

P.I.E, bitch now you see us on the front page.

You will bow to me

Your lips will kiss my feet or blood will fill your streets

These are not empty words I speak this is a promise I will keep

Sun light blocked by eternal night

Hold reigns so tight

Blood spilled for spite

You cannot hold back the sea

but you can change how long you will live by giving everything that you’ve

taken back to me.

Clocks tick.

Run quick 'cause now I am the bringer of your doom

It clicks, feel sick?

Didn’t think that we would be here so soon

We’ve come for nothing more than to make what is yours — Ours.

We’ve come for nothing more

Skylines they change, but I stay the same

Streets run red with the blood of their dead

I’ll bring you death on black wings

You hear the song that my blade sings

Whether you raise your arms or hide, you face defeat and lashings tear you of

your flesh

Whether you raise your arms or hide, you face defeat

In hollow graves you will now rest.

I will put knives in the hands of your children and tell them it’s your life or

theirs, so you will now choose.

Soothsayers become part of the place that they once called home

Uncivilized marauders scowl as

they take control and crumble everything in their paths

They will reign

They take control and crumble everything in their paths

They will reign

Destroy them

Series of chapel bells ring

Blood we drink from your fallen god

The lives of thousands in my hands

I’ve come to take back what’s rightfully mine and now you’re damned.

The lights grow dark in their homes,

but our road is lit by fire from the sky,

so we push forward

You hear the song that my blade sings

‘cause you’re the only one left listening.