DEMON KILLA ft. Saint James & Adam Elijah Lyrics

No more demon time, I'm a young demon killa

I was walking dead, Mike Jack, like it's thriller

Only a couple dollars in my pocket, but I'm richer

Now the smoke's clear, hoping that you see the picture, yeah

Yeah, it's the execution of my pride and shame

And the lie is telling me that I am still the same

See, he died on cross, so I ain't got to wear my chains

So every time he lurking, I just kick him to the grave

Yeah, to the grave

2013, though, nothing been the same

I've been switching lanes, changing teams

But I'm here to stay, because I know he on the way, yeah

No more demon time, I'm a young demon killa

I was walking dead, Mike Jack, like it's thriller

Only a couple dollars in my pocket, but I'm richer

Now the smoke's clear, hoping that you see the picture, yeah

Say they understand God, but they don't know him

I'm talking about him, when i'm singing these hymns

My cup is overflowing

It goes way past the brim

Connected to the tree of life, they off on a limb

I see just what my father prunes

I read the trailer

I could tell you that he's coming soon

I tried to tell him, Remnant Sonics like a young platoon

Read Isaiah 55, his glory filled the room

Can't recollect, my old man is living in a tomb

Never to resurrect, no path, never to intersect

Dealing with your spirit, not your intellect

Tell me why they capping for the internet

Trying to cast out a demon to get respect

Been did it when it was unpopular

When I tried to tell him, it was frowned upon

Didn't have no time, no care how to carry on

This time, on a different plane

Had no baggage to carry on

Now it's not just for myself, got a whole team

that's depending on

The greatest leader, the greatest servant

Show me who you putting on

No more demon time, I'm a young demon killa

I was walking dead, Mike Jack, like it's thriller

Only a couple dollars in my pocket, but I'm richer

Now the smoke's clear, hoping that you see the picture, yeah

No more demon time, I'm a young demon killa

I was walking dead, Mike Jack, like it's thriller

Only a couple dollars in my pocket, but I'm richer

Now the smoke's clear, hoping that you see the picture