The Archangel Samael (Cheif of Satans) XIII

[the Draç]

Uploaded heat, we spent less time on top.

The cops carry heat, you can hear their guns pop.

Pop be the Doc, the alienware resides...

In the farthest reaches of space, including the sky.

Too much greed, we feed on their fears.

As soon as they give up, they're finally in the clear.

Drink your beer, and please be marry.

Thank God for the one and only, djinn, like fairy.

Bury the dead, we pray for their best.

While Angels conclude that the Earth is a mess.

Finesse, hard as rock, the Red Kingú flows.

They don't know the difference between a lady and a hoe.

Forgive my intellect, but I have to raise the bar.

Better to walk, then riding in a car.

Too far, the light, hits the windshield.

Finding a diamond in the rough in a African like field.

Now we implement the plan decided long ago.

Reminding that making money is as good as the "show."

The flow that rips, we go back in time.

Time to decide who's the best with the rhyme.