(Hook) Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta, come to the light. BG: Yes. Come gangsta, come to the dark. BG: come. Come gangsta, hop on the mic. (Verse) Was it fate, ritual, or sacrifice? Was it planned, or was it in my loved ones’ minds? Loved ones, do you mind? Give me a second, Let me confide in my darker side. Yeah, so what are we doing, guys? (Ghost laugh) Was it you that made this for me? Is it my destiny, my desired end? Is this divine justice, or my judgment in the end? Bring my power from within, All while showing devotion to him. Bathe in eternal flames, Let my skin turn red. Or is it just a loyalty test To see if I’m really ready for the Lord of Death? He shows clear intent. Unlike that old God I used to follow, Who’d let you burn as is. Couldn’t give a shit whether you sinned or gave, As long as you worshipped, you’d get in. Wash his feet, Blindly say, “Yes, Your Highness.” Wash my sins away… At least with the Lord of Hell, You know what you get. (Hook) Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta, come to the light. BG: Yes. Come gangsta, come to the dark. BG: come. Come gangsta, hop on the mic. (Verse) I ain’t looking for forgiveness, I ain’t begging to repent. I’m not saying who’s the best. But If salvation comes with conditions, tell me what the fuck it means. Preaching unconditional love, then demanding my consent, Threatening eternal punishment if I question your intent. Call it blasphemy, I call it seeing through the contradiction. If obedience is freedom, then explain the definition. Got the serpent in the scripture, got the Devil in tradition, But the ones who preach salvation built a kingdom out of submission. I been walking through the darkness, ain’t pretending it’s divine. I don’t need another master trying to occupy my mind. If the left-hand path is wicked for refusing to comply, Then explain why every question gets condemned before the why. Got the ashes of my faith scattered underneath my feet. Heard them preaching about mercy while demanding I believe. They can keep their golden heavens, keep their promises of peace. I would rather face the darkness than surrender on my knees. And the Lord of Hell ain’t promising a paradise of gold. Ain’t disguising all the suffering with a story I’ve been told. If the flames are what awaits me, then at least the terms are clear. I ain’t scared of what you call Hell. I’m more concerned with what you worship out of fear. (Hook) Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: Yes. Come gangsta! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm BG: come. Come gangsta, come to the light. BG: Yes. Come gangsta, come to the dark. BG: come. Come gangsta, hop on the mic. [Final Verse: Mark of the Beast] Six hundred, sixty-six, got the scripture in my grip, Read the warnings of the beast, saw the kingdom underneath. Got the mark upon the flesh, got the serpent in the script, Got the heavens preaching mercy while condemning disbelief. I was raised to fear the Devil, never question what was taught, Never challenge those commandments, never question who was God. But the more I read the scripture, more contradictions that I saw, How you preaching endless mercy with eternal punishment involved? Now the seven seals are breaking, hear the trumpets in the distance, Got the angels bearing witness to the collapse of their religion. Got the Babylonian kingdom burning down beneath the visions, While the beast emerges slowly from the ashes of submission. I ain’t bowing to your kingdom, I ain’t begging for admission, If the price of being righteous is abandoning conviction. Got the mark of independence where you wanted my submission, Turned the number of the beast into a symbol of resistance. Let the heavens turn to ashes, let the golden altars crack, Let the crowns fall from the angels, let the fallen take them back. I ain’t claiming I’m the Devil, I ain’t claiming I’m divine, I’m the question that you buried when you told me not to pry. Now the Tower’s turning crimson, hear the bells beneath the ground, Got the choir singing backwards as the seventh trumpet sounds. And the final revelation ain’t a monster wearing horns, It’s the terror of a kingdom when obedience is no more. Six-six-six, let the final scripture speak, I don’t need a throne in heaven, I don’t need a crown beneath. Come gangsta. Come gangsta.
