Son Of Saturn ft. northwestghost Lyrics

It's too late

We're surrounding your place

Faces masked up, your place gets blast up

Dressing black tactical

Tracking the radicals

Zion strategy; an army of animals

Babylon falls to the broken shield

Cracked back in the day, but it was never sealed

It's too late

Wounds were never healed

Artillery bout to make rain

It's D-Day on the battlefield

I'm about to lay waste

They're taking straight from the static

Siphon red flagged keywords from chit chatter

Promised us the free world, but that shattered

None of it mattered, another hierarchical pattern

Remarkable, I'm the Son of Saturn

Fuck your scraps, I take it straight from the platter

Fuck a cap, I manifest antimatter

Antichrist on the ladder

My wrist got iced, my mind got madder

Counting down the days we mark our mark and make it clear

Next phase, board the arc

We're going dark, then disappear

Joan of Arc burning at the stake, crying out in fear

Human sacrifice in the war of 100 years

Let us sail

And let the cold rain hit my face

Look up to God, ask Him why He laying waste

"Why you laying waste?"

No answer

"I'm encapsulated in hate!"

No answer

Before my next death I pray

A thousand motherfuckers tryna do this how we do this

I'm just focused on the music, you was focused but you blew it

You a fucking loser, told yourself that you would do this

I'm just laughing in the back at how you fucking screwed it

Screw this

I'm too sick of seeing niggas taking other niggas flows and try and sell them as their own

Nigga that's why I'm alone

They won't replicate the shit that's in my dome

This was made from pain and shame and that's why ghost stay all alone

Made the hatred habit, you was laughing now you gasping

You want it, bitch I have it, you ain't never ever matching

Golden on my fabrics, I'm like Jason with the magic

Bathing in the damage

Pipe bomb in your casket

Irrational

Ghost that motherfucker so unmatchable

Fasten up

Tried to hold this in and now I'm animalistic

The rage so persistent

The blood on my hands wash away and I'm distant