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letra de confess'n my sins - ibex

[intro]
an act of contrition, for y’all to listen
to my thoughts and my words
in what i have done and what am about to do i say it loud in this booth

[bridge]
you say that am k!llin it, i admit it am guilty
you know that imma sinner so please forgive me
an executioner so please forgive me
am gonna sacrifice this beat so please forgive me

[hook]
the mic is the priest (yeah) the filters the grid
i speak the truth in this booth am confess’n my sins (oh lord!)
the mic is the priest the filters the grid
now am filled with remorse am confess’n my sins (please forgive me)

[verse 1]
the beat is a victim of sacrifice am ent-tled to take its life
so i slice it with verbal daggers and knives
a hooded medieval beat that has seen me has seen the reaper
and i go deeper like needles pierced through voodoo’s and limes
then i put a sentence to death with murderous words that i get
coz am cursed with this merciless work to exterminate
and am drownin in deep regret, still k!ll every beat that i get
high justice, bussin this and every k!ller beat i condemn
strike with multies i got blood on my rhymes, worship my idle mind
am not ostracized but people like how i chastise
blessed by the demon am evil in blood am baptized
a poltergeist my voice might disrupt your nights
in the bottomless pit of sins, i keep fallin so sorrowful
let the mornin star pray for us, let the beat face a horrible death
so i take the audio and place it in a pentagram
spittin infernal fire sendin the beat down to burn in h-ll
blood gets cold am loosin my soul, beats lined up on a deathrow
make you know that i got no control when i hear these beats i go paranormal
love to k!ll coz am abnormal, got no feelings, i got no morals
a mortal i may not see tomorrow, so bless my soul before i go

[hook]
the mic is the priest (what?) the filters the grid
i speak the truth in this booth am confess’n my sins (oh lord!)
the mic is the priest the filters the grid
now am filled with remorse am confess’n my sins (please forgive me)

[verse 2]
ritual where i gotta k!ll, chantin rhymes diabolical, got the sk!ll cryptological
metaphorical slaughterin, imma torturer born in h-ll
like the storm i destroy the temple of god i put onto death
verses that you just can’t forget
psychopath i go mental on instrumentals that are meant to be
straight up hanged or beheaded i go against the commandment
sixth day before the sabbath bring me the beat and i stab it
grabbin the priest by his throat, spittin wrath call me the baddest
a psychiatric fanatic who practices black magic and uses witchcraft
with catastrophic impact am blastin, dizaster in this castin a spell am tresp-ssin
the beat is still alive in the casket gasping
you say that am nailin it and that imma centurion
spend three minutes of silence put on your ear phone and hear my song
its the creed i believe in, i treat the beat as the lamb of god
-ss-ssin for my sinful deeds ask forgiveness from all of y’all
ayn’t got no heart and i make no beats, i rip it apart if i hear these beats
like a butcher choppin these beats, a carpenter screwin these beats
terrorize i attack these beats, an alive hostage i won’t release
beat similar like ecg when you see a flat line its r.i.p

- ibex

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