Lyrics
(Intro – Spoken)
He gone.
Blood on my hands still warm.
Voice said laugh — so I did.
Say less.
Let it bleed…
(Ad-libs: Boom…, Clip out…, Laughin’ wit the voice…, He dead already…)
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(Verse 1)
We pulled up three deep, hoodie low, van black /
No tag, no talk — just straps in the back /
Shiesties tight, heart iced, mask match /
Waitin’ on Hollow like he owed us racks / (He did.)
Night sat still like it feared what was next /
He stepped out the van, I aimed at his chest /
One breath, three shots, body took flight /
Voice said “Walk up, don’t shoot from height” / (Boom!)
So I did. Let the AR sing /
Hit his sidekick — blew off a limb /
Kneecap gone, meat hit glass /
Blood sprayed van like we tagged that ass / (Splash!)
Clipz on the wheel, Muzzle on drum /
We ain’t stop ‘til the whole lot dumb /
Bodies twitchin’, windows drip /
Shells still hot, whole clip went zip / (BRRRRT!)
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(Hook)
Let it bleed, I don’t cry no more (Nah)
Voice in my head said slide, I go (Boom!)
We don’t pray, we purge, then toast
Laughin’ while his soul left slow (He gone…)
Let it bleed, I don’t think, just shoot
That ain’t rap, that’s truth in boots (Facts.)
You want war? I bring that proof
Sermon sealed when his blood hit roof (Say less…)
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(Verse 2)
I was smilin’ when his body dropped /
Voice said, “You like that?”, I said “A lot.” /
Stepped over flesh like sidewalk chalk /
One eye open, mind don’t stop / (Nah.)
Seen a hand twitch — hit him again /
Let that .40 bark like it lost its friend /
News said 4 shot, 2 gon’ live /
Other one died and Hollow ain’t wig / (Gone.)
His real name rolled on the screen /
We sat back, laughin’, rollin’ green /
TV say “Triggs, Demarion, 26” /
I just smiled — he had it comin’, bitch. / (Say his name.)
We slid clean out, back to the South /
Atlanta base, new sermon mouth /
Clipz still sore, Muzzle on ten /
Me? I’m just plottin’ the next big win / (DMV.)
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(Hook)
Let it bleed, I don’t write for streams
I write pain in extended beams (Click-clack)
No hooks, just hands and schemes
Death in bars, I rap in screams (WRAAH!)
Let it bleed, I don’t mourn no losses
Only count caskets, shells, and crosses
Blood Sermon, this that gospel office
Heaven close, but hell endorses (Facts.)
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(Verse 3)
They asked why we did it so loud /
Said, “Why not?” Hollow loved a crowd /
So we gave him a show — no stage, just smoke /
And a van full of holes where his ego broke / (Boom.)
Every shell I drop got weight
Every shot I call got fate
I don’t twitch, I don’t debate
Voice said “Kill,” I cleared the plate / (Empty.)
Muzzle say “That’s what we do.”
Clipz said “Preach.”
I said “This why it’s called Blood Sermon, fool.”
Then passed him the bleach. / (Clean up.)
We mop our sins in red
Still record hits in dread
Still dodge Feds
Still feed lead / (Click.)
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(Bridge – Tyrant & The Voice – Whispered Layered FX)
Voice: You see how they fall?
Tyrant: Yeah.
Voice: You see how you smiled?
Tyrant: I liked it.
Voice: Now they know your gospel.
Tyrant: It’s scripture.
Voice: Let’s write more chapters.
Tyrant: Let’s begin.
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(Verse 4)
Clip out, drop mag, reload fate /
Blood on the grip, still shoot straight /
One hand verse, other hand shake /
Voice in my gut said, “Raise the stakes.” / (Let’s go.)
Now every beat I touch got sin
Every booth smell like a coffin in wind
Every fan scream, “That’s him!”
‘Cause they feel the ghosts I let in / (Hollow who?)
I walk through smoke like a deacon of death /
Laughin’ at graves, breathin’ in flesh /
I don’t flinch when the reaper stretch /
I just bow my head and spit what's left / (He earned it.)
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(Hook – Final)
Let it bleed, I don’t flinch at fire (Nah)
I preach war through razor wire
I spit sermons they don’t require
But still replay when they all expire (Loop that.)
Let it bleed — from soul to clip
Every round got a verse I gripped
This my album, this my crypt
Blood Sermon ain’t never skipped. (Boom.)
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(Outro – Spoken)
We ain’t rappers.
We altar boys for the kill.
Blood Sermon Records.
You speak on us?
You better bleed about it.
(Ad-libs: Boom…, Clip out…, He gone…, Laughin’ wit the voice…)