Intro de Miguel Campello

John Constantine : In nomine Patri, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti
May God have mercy on you, and grant you the pardon of all your sins
Whosesoever sins you remit on Earth, they are remitted unto them in Heaven

John Constantine : How's he doing it?
Balthazar : No... I can't
John Constantine : Grant your child entry into thy kingdom!
In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit! Ame-!
Balthazar : Sangre de Dio! The blood of God

I don't touch the Earth, I hover above you weak motherfuckers
Flow while I'm smoking and ounce of vanilla dutches!
We death defiant, Virtuoso - rep the Titans
You thought you could flow, 'til you met Poseidon
I'm drilling 'til the cavities unfillable
Go back in time, pump straight nine to your umbilical
Cylindrical projectiles to injure you
Murder degree, I sentence you, no attorneys defending you
Merciless Ming the Emperor, with poisonous sting like a tarantula
Bring your boys in the ring with the chancellor
Didn't know what they got into
Our religion fear Miguel, Christians, Hindus
Catholic symbols, pagan rituals
Break and twist you motherfuckers like ain't no issue
And if you holdin' out on the injustice cash
We give you fake fucks a bath in some mustard gas
Fuckin' fags it ain't no talk show with Conan O'Brien
Y'all get thrown to lions
Pull the iron exploding and firing
This is the Art of War I'm teacher
Producing nuclear bangers like North Korea

(Parrish Smith) Deadly, murderous, I know you heard of us
(Jus Allah) Well, I'm Messiah
(Parrish Smith) Deadly, murderous, I know you heard of us
(Jus Allah) I set the microphone on fire
(Parrish Smith) Deadly, murderous, I know you heard of us
(Jus Allah) Well, I'm Messiah
(Parrish Smith) Deadly, murderous, I know you heard of us
(Parrish Smith) Holdin' shit down on the block, nobody servin' us

I'm so Jus, killin' the devil is a must
A lust I dream about like a high school crush
You're a piece of shit, garbage fuckin' retarded
Guns you got you couldn't hit the side of barn with
You're harmless, I laugh at you bitch ass fags
You should hear yourself, you'd be the first person to pass
Talkin' all that jabs, you should talk to the grass
Never go against Allah, throw the thought in trash
Play the part you have, I'm the hardest in math
I play god, I got the fukin' part in the bag
Test mine, you niggas wanna die? Then fine!
I can get guns like they're at the firing dine

I'm a bring my gun so I can see them run
It'll be real fun blowin' you to Kingdom Come
Make you drink vast of puke like it's Campbell's soup
Chinese Water Torture your ass like with the bamboo shoots
If you ain't from Boston, then motherfuck your town
Tie your record label owner up just to shut you down
Hold your brain hostage, you don't deserve to see mics
Cuz I terrorize emcee's like Lebanese shiats
Chop your head off, cut your fuckin' arms and legs off
Torture you to death when I boil your flesh off
Run up in your crib with the tec and fuckin' wet you
Kill your moms, your pops and your kids, your fuckin' pets too
Come and peep the show, I'm a spit a deeper flow
Knock you out cold when I throw you in a sleeper hold
Engage in a rage on stage rippin' the page
Fucked your moms raw dawg and give the bitch AIDS

Balthazar : The blood of God
John Constantine : He found it
Balthazar : Whatever killed the Son of God will give birth to the Son of the Devil