Surreal Killer

Swat:
In the flesh, Red Eyes like was possessed
A apparition on a mission
Devilish condition
In my position, if we switched and I was a Christian
And the voices told you kill me tell me would you listen?
Came from the flames like the phoenix
Descendants of demons
Like Nicodemus look to Jesus in search of his teachings
Preachings of Heavens up high but I could never reach it
No gates of Heaven but confined in cages in the Precinct
My mind increases move my team like they chess pieces
They say that God loves us all but I ain't seen him recent
I prayed ain't he ain't answered back
I guess that we ain't speaking
My soul in flames like the good green a nigga chiefing
Am I dreaming in this nightmare?
Am I woke or sleeping?
Dark souls on a lonely road
Only know suffering and pain I sustain til my time to go
Don't fear the reaper I approached as I was a ghost

Yi$hay:
Hello how are you? My name is Hip-Hop and it's nice to meet ya
Glad I got introduce you to my habits
I love sneakers, sexy teachers, bitches, preachers, guns when they don't even shoot,...people that remind me that the Lord could love a demon too
"Jesus had a wife, I heard he loved a fucking prostitute?!"
I don't know but what I've learned is, it ain't new
Life is unpredictable but I still smoke my vegetables
Sorta kinda listened to
Aura got you feeling (ooh)
This a celebration bitch
Let's call this one the Feast of Booths
Think this life is feasible? Should I put up with the bull?
Dodge that motherfucker
Tell 'em chase another color fool
Yeah I saught the knowledge but I got it with some different tools
This that shit you listen too?
I'm tryna sustain my soul
I been stood out in the cold, counting silver, wearing gold
Bootleg kid, yeah I had it for the low
Just go back to my hood
Ask the block, they'll know

Swat:
Came to Earth with a purpose
Wasn't working a servant
Ganja burning I'm certain
Ain't just another person
Came from suffering, hurting
Made it to where the pain is
Pain is gain I explained the
Power you can't contain it
Thunder, showers and raining
All my cars that we skated
Dodging 12, we evade 'em
Fuck the Po-Po, we hate 'em!
The streets raised up, it made me
A1 nigga since day 1
Pay up nigga don't play
AK sound like a chaingun
No school, no job, no income
What you gon do when the rent come?
The streets applied the pressure
As a diamond I thank 'em
Put my heart to the test
Took my mind for ransom
Gave my Momma distress
She never sees her grandson
I just left Wood Crest, 27 slam
I just sold a gram
Got 27 grams
With this ounce I'm bouncing
I'm on my house to house shit
Ain't no snitches round me
This ain't no house of mouse shit