Away Game from Babylon by Peregrine

I'm bout to beat all these rappers at they're own game huh
Get outta the way of the throne gang huh
He aint no better, he a no name huh
Got God so, I'm not alone, hey, huh
Not alone, hey, huh
Got no shame, huh
Got the CES Letter? Bring the propane, huh
Bring up pornographers I might get profane, huh
Making slow gains, but I'm on the road way up
On the road way up
To the throne, to the front
Where we wage a war,
Testimonies for a gun
And we don't break up
And they won't shake us
We keep sounding a trump
But they won't wake up

Take a look at this image of pure evil
Only fans should be made illegal
This whole culture is see through
In Celestial Kingdom Satan can't reach you
Welcome to the storm
Dusk or end new beginnings new form
I look up to Eisenhorn
Only dream is that it'll be me who abolishes porn

Septum emperor's protection
Sectumsempra reflection
In those who fight redemption
If you bring the slackness, I'll bring the tension
Not to mention, you can ask questions
From the right mind space, from the right intention
If you don't keep the commandments in question,
You forfiet your right to their blessings
Gesture of God's impression
The end is coming, prepare with discretion
Face in the right direction
Cast off your past deceptions

We're still playing an away game
These lamanites picking fights, take fame
They're spiritually level 1 and we're in the lategame
We're still playing an away game
These lamanites picking fights, take fame
They're spiritually level 1 and we're in the lategame

I'm bout to beat all these rappers at their own game huh
Get out of the way of the throne gang huh
I won't be a trophy in your domain huh
Visions so pretty call me monet huh
Like Moronihah
I make foes wake up
Everyday I see lightning in their bones in their lungs
And the phone wakes up, I get no break huh
I might get another phone the way they throw shade huh
I preach no hate, huh
I shut no gate, huh
But normies comatose the way the won't wake up,
And they won't wake up
And they won't take us
We're prepared to join the angels when the Lords day comes
I've got no patience
The way Im so tense
I'm waiting for my lord like I'm waiting for these hypocrites to make sense
Say less,
I've been feeling weightless.
God's the king of everything, and Jesus Christ saved us.

We're still playing an away game
These lamanites picking fights, take fame
They're spiritually level 1 and we're in the lategame
Nonreligious rappers are so lame
We're still playing an away game
These lamanites picking fights, take fame
They're spiritually level 1 and we're in the lategame

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Trap
• bedroom pop
• emo
• indie pop
• pop
• Perth