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The Spawning
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Spawning 由 Mobstyle Music 于 2021年7月9日 发行,作为专辑“Cabal: The Watchers”的一部分。
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发行日期2021年7月9日
唱片公司Mobstyle Music
语言English
旋律性
不插电
Valence
舞蹈性
能量
BPM77

音乐视频

音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
Bukshot
Bukshot
表演者
Lo Key
Lo Key
表演者
Mr. Grey
Mr. Grey
表演者
作曲和作词
Tim Carl Kalbfleisch
Tim Carl Kalbfleisch
词曲作者
Jonathan Thompson
Jonathan Thompson
作曲家
Mark Schlageter
Mark Schlageter
作曲家
制作和工程
Michael Summers
Michael Summers
制作人

歌词

Madness has become genetic
Open your eyes, dead
Without water, the flies surround
The soul is gone
From the thing it has
Yes
You know what this is?
War to the Cabal
Nekrogoblikon, necronomicon
Full moon to curse yo
The devil's eye been drawn
Leave earth, wrong side of the knife you on
In the presence of evil, watch you as you rot and gone
The mean mother, patron of the demon spawn
With the guild brother as the heathens keep marching on
Old man with cataracts in the catacomb
Little goblin licking teeth with human bone
Matches for some mischief uglier than sin
All I do is torment you and whisper in the wind
I get to creaking, no more listening to him
Put this shotgun in your mouth and pull the trigger for the win (for the win)
I call all directions for protection (protection)
From false projections and perceptions (perceptions)
It's all the blessings from the heavens (the heavens)
Live all the lessons to perfection (perfection)
I call all directions for protection (protection)
From false projections and perceptions (perceptions)
It's all the blessings from the heavens (the heavens)
Live all the lessons to perfection (perfection)
Resurrect the dead with lyrics and a candle
Talking backwards in a mirror with knowledge you can't handle
Here's a little sample, slipping like a phantom
Execute some randoms, fill 'em up with ammo
Mace to the dome, parts flying like a drone
Buried like some bones, beneath the dirt like Rone
Under the spell like a warlock on his grind
Look and you will find murder on my mind
Came from shit, but I was made for this
Watch the flames I spit, I don't aim to miss
Smear the blood on my face like warpaint
Fuck what my rivals say, I can bring 'em more pain
I call all directions for protection (protection)
From false projections and perceptions (perceptions)
It's all the blessings from the heavens (the heavens)
Live all the lessons to perfection (perfection)
I call all directions for protection (protection)
From false projections and perceptions (perceptions)
It's all the blessings from the heavens (the heavens)
Live all the lessons to perfection (perfection)
You ever been not quite awake but wide asleep?
Seeing shadow beings hear a bump in the night as they creep
Slide in your sheets, grab on your feet, pulling you underneath
Gasp and scream but can't summon a little peep
I know that your bones are brittle, you looking puzzled and riddled
Don't forget about the little sigil under your pillow
I'm your friend for real though, I be the weeping to your willow
And when you come and speak to me you better keep it civil
Cause if not I'm popping it open like a Dybbuk box
Robbing the hope from all who watch
Dumb little hoes who calls the shots, please
You can't pretend to be freed, but in the end you'll see (hahaha)
You will befriend me
I call all directions for protection (protection)
From false projections and perceptions (perceptions)
It's all the blessings from the heavens (the heavens)
Live all the lessons to perfection (perfection)
I call all directions for protection (protection)
From false projections and perceptions (perceptions)
It's all the blessings from the heavens (the heavens)
Live all the lessons to perfection (perfection)
Written by: Jonathan Thompson, Mark Schlageter, Tim Carl Kalbfleisch
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