Angels Don’t Play Fair (Remastered)

Massive cinematic gospel-trap hybrid, female-majority choir with a few sly male interjections, Thunderous toms, pipe organ stabs, gritty sub bass, and a sarcastic spoken-word Deadpool-style hype man between choir lines, Chorus erupts with stacked harmonies and call-and-response claps; verses ride a swaggering halftime groove, Vocals shift from silky, churchy runs to snarling, shouted lines on the punchlines, Big, air-punch ending with triumphant modulation and extra grit in the lead, inspiring

[Intro] [Spoken Deadpool-style] Oh Look Demons thought it was their year Ladies Tell ‘em the schedule’s changed [Verse 1] Black angels in black heels Robes still pressed No crease Lip gloss Brass knuckles Holy smoke War piece We prayed up Paid up You played dumb Stayed stuck You lit hell’s little match We brought the whole damn flood [Chorus] Angels don’t play fair Baby We swing first Then bless your soul You picked this fight? Too late The choir already took control Talk slick Get halo’d Wing tips right ‘cross your jaw We don’t flinch We don’t scare We scare the hell out of y’all [Verse 2] We got aunties on the front row Side-eye sharp as a blade They don’t cuss out loud But You still feel every grade-A shade “You tried my kids? My city?” Now everybody’s catching this prayer And if that don’t work Bestie We got plan B in the air [Spoken Deadpool-style] Yeah That “B” stands for “Behold My Size-12 Boot” Right up your… theological misunderstanding [Chorus] Angels don’t play fair Baby We swing first Then bless your soul You picked this fight? Too late The choir already took control Talk slick Get halo’d Wing tips right ‘cross your jaw We don’t flinch We don’t scare We scare the hell out of y’all [Bridge] To every creep in the shadow Every bully Every fraud Every “god” in a hoodie That ain’t close to God We see you We clock you We’re done being polite Bring that weak-ass darkness We brought ten suns to the fight (hey!) [Spoken Deadpool-style] Newsflash Sinners: the glow-up is eternal Also You’re screwed. Carry on [Chorus] Angels don’t play fair Baby We swing first Then bless your soul You picked this fight? Too late The choir already took control Talk slick Get halo’d Wing tips right ‘cross your jaw We don’t flinch We don’t scare We scare the hell out of y’all [Outro] This year? Our year Every year after Too Heaven’s got receipts Sweetheart And they all point back at you

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