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“Midnight Mass”
(featuring: Donny G & Mach Spitz)
produced by: Kabal
lyrics/vocals by:
Kabal, Tank Diggs
Donny G & Mach Spitz
(c)Midian Music 2020
[Passage 01: Eurynomos]
The vandals is back, burning candles in black
Exercising, stretching demons turning handles of racks
hold your kids tight, fast, we roll & skid right past
Crash the gates of Hell & welcome to the midnight mass
Always did light grass, my exodus to run & delve
Through the passages of truth like Genesis 1:12
Burn the book, no better yet, use every page to roll L’s
Bathe in blood like Bathory you see me aging so well
I baptize the mic you gave me to bless
Then chastise & criticize, you thought they laid me to rest?
Woke Kabal up digging in a ghost cemetery
For Tank Diggs’ late submission to the post secondary
But now we’re giving you a higher education
Spitting brimstone, lava, hot fire, inhumation
If Leviticus 19:28 is true
They’ll be giving us sublime obscene fates for tattoos
[Passage 02: Pious Paul]
Tattoos I blast through your whole crew
You really should of converted
because now your time is through
Allow me to introduce you to your maker
They call me Tank Diggs and I will be your Undertaker
Crack gongs, I smoke bongs, I right wrongs
I write songs about the death that you prolonged
No worries and no hurry your vision blurry
I take souls and dig holes no recovery
No discovery, my speech is still slurry
Must of been the communion wine
that I took down in a hurry
This is my body my blood for you to drink
This is my torture my pain for you to sink
This is the disease that is speaking for you to think
This priest is now high on a cloud,
I’m on the brink this track is now a sacred shroud
So do not blink because Tank will blast through
with Kabal go Ka-Blow!
[Sermon]
They want us dead like rats, running red lights fast
Yo floor it, hit the gas, and roll a spliff, hype blast
Another bid plight smashed, you see that kid get mashed?
Crashing into Heaven’s gates declaring Midnight Mass
They want us dead white ash, another red light passed
a mold you can’t quite cast, we known to ignite stash
So hold your kids tight, fast, we roll & skid right past
Crash the gates of Hell & welcome to the midnight mass
[Passage 03: Donny G]
Yo what up High Priestz? Donny stay dictating like Chinese
These styles feed, raping & scraping until they lie deep
Pffft Life in the grave I misbehaving my mind bleeds
This kind weed take it I’m blaze it until I find peace
Satan’s got me sinking deeper in this labyrinth
A grip I’m glad to get, so I ain’t mad at shit
I welcome death and jam the blade
inside this handsome flesh
It’s like I’m stuck a diseased mess like Lazarus
These hands smash stained glass I rage fast
Psychiatrist are claiming that I’m stuck in my insane past
I flip the cross and burn the lot and paint the blade black
Cus’ this religions for the timid that’s a straight fact
I spit it way back, talking about like 99’
When all these twisted thoughts
they started rocking up out my grimey mind
It’s like I had to find a way before I died inside
We’re living ripe with decay it’s just a mine of lies
[Passage 04: Mach Spitz]
Hey it’s witch time
Sign up to switch rhymes
Slit yer neck & hit the deck
& leave you in the ditch lying
Face down, cuz there ain’t enough space clown
Pants filling panties with the panic leavin’ lace brown
Evil shit, even literate ALL macabre
Bloods in yer slobber when I hit you with a jobber jabber
A geek serving, nice weekly sermon
Altar boy altered state cue the vermin
Rats chew on yer dead view who asked you?
Step to the robe and you suffer like Jobe when we blast you
Testament ya the old one
God is busy knocking back the slackers like a cold one
Touch you like a Father If you try to bother
Fist full of Eucharist and drown yer fucking heathen ass in
Holy water, sharp check the fuckin’ shivness
Damnation nation son fuck forgiveness
[Sermon]
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Into The Night
02:52
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“Into The Night”
produced by:
No Neck Beats
lyrics/vocals by:
Kabal & Tank Diggs
(c)Midian Music 2020
[Sermon]
Another High Priest sermon awakens
Because my team ain't serving fakeness
Stride into the night, baptizing the mic
& you'll get chastised trying to disgrace us
Misplaced your trust in the high priests
Distaste, disgust, served at my feast
Fly beats dished out by the No Neck
High heat pitch clout rhyme and flow wreck
[Passage 01: Eurynomos]
Enter the center of the concrete congregation
Disciple sinner bringing dope sheet provocation
Don’t praise don’t preach lace and blacken eyes
No hail Mary's since the days of Madden 95’
My live sermon holy water splashing rock the thirsty
We don’t bow to false idols we defrocking clergy
Disparage in barrages for mirages
Camouflaging constitutions sabotaging entourages
Flock of followers with incense and candles burning
Brought to gallows where torture rack handles turning
You earn the words that are seared and burnt
in your flesh while we finish with the rest
[Sermon]
Another High Priest sermon awakens
Because my team ain't serving fakeness
Stride into the night, baptizing the mic
& you'll get chastised trying to disgrace us
(Why is that?)
Because the tribes of the moon embrace us
as time moves trying to chase us,
like Boone on a plight, lead Breed into the night
& you could die soon trying to face us
Misplaced your trust in the high priests
Distaste, disgust, served at my feast
Fly beats dished out by the No Neck
High heat pitch clout rhyme and flow wreck
[Passage 02: Pious Paul]
Do you really want to be the competition?
Kabal & Tank Diggs VS. the opposition
Spread the High Priestz sermon my only mission
Which I do with a sunny disposition
I heard the word & now preach verbs that are absurd
Sheppard to the heard, of black sheep
I’m the lullaby you heard before sleep
Say a prayer before you’re slipping away
Beg for forgiveness for your sins of the day
Confession won’t save you there’s no getting away
It’s 6 feet deep or it’s 6 feet away
Jesus died for your sins but I don’t play that game
You might find others but you’ll never replace us
But you might die if you try to face us
[Sermon]
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3. |
Prayer For The Dead
02:56
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“Prayer For The Dead”
produced by:
Donny G
lyrics/vocals by:
Kabal & Tank Diggs
(c)Midian Music 2020
[Passage 01: Pious Paul]
fuck with me I'll beat that ass with a hanger
you'll have to forgive me now cus' I've been living in anger
I will introduce myself as Tank Diggs the strangler
the mic mangler, noose tie-er, the dangler
you're all in danger verse re-arranger
I guess you weren't taught not to go talk to strangers
but they don't get stranger than Diggs or Kabal
get ready for the fall above all
I’ll hold your feet to the fire
burn like a funeral pyre
while I collect all that I desire
my empires empowered enemies devoured
it's best to go run and hide with all the other cowards
cus' I'm in power and its getting to my head
I think I'm seeing red instead
I’ll sit on my thrown for which I'm born and bred
and they'll know that I was here now
by the trail of the dead
[Sermon]
So put em' in the wall
Or put em' in the ground
They didn't see it coming
All they heard was that sound
So clasp your hands and bow your head
This is not a comfort for the living its a prayer for the dead
The news you heard was one you dread
This is not a comfort for the living its a prayer for the dead
[Passage 02: Eurynomos]
A prayer for the dead, without a doubt I’m giving
Declare a head cus’ I don’t give a fuck about the living
Duck the grey lead or hear them nerve cells singing
Fuck what Dre said I keep them church bells ringing
A minister of darkness had me ordained
The orders that he barked: “to go and bring forth pain”
Siphoned like a jerrycan I see your life force drained
It got me like the Tar Man I need to bite “more brains”
We High Priests and you be nothing but alter boys
We got them fly beats you coming with falter noise
Exit a cloud made of smoke, I’m holding all the spoils
Step in the house of the Lord & holy water boils
It’s two minutes to midnight (midnight)
& you admit it doesn’t feel right (feel right)
With the layers that we read
forget the players that we bled
Another prayer for the dead because we kill mics
[Sermon]
Go clasp your hands and bow your head
This is not a comfort for the living its a prayer for the dead
The news you heard was one you dread
This is not a comfort for the living its a prayer for the dead
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The Hearse
02:56
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“The Hearse”
produced by:
Tank Diggs
lyrics/vocals by:
Kabal & Tank Diggs
contains samples from:
"The Hearse" by:
The Accused &
"Rest In Peace (Outro)"
by: Gravediggaz
(c)Midian Music 2020
[Passage 01: Eurynomos]
Did you ever stop and think when a hearse drives by
That some day soon you to will die
Tied and wrapped up in an old bloody sheet
To get tossed in a hole about 100 feet
First they put your body in a pinewood box
then cover you up with some dirt and rocks
& now the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
The ants play pinochle on your snout
The big black bug with big red eyes
Crawls inside your innards and outside your sides
You squish em' up good and spread him on bread
and that's what you eat when you are dead
& when Death brings his cold despair
Stop & ask yourself, "Will anyone care?"
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
in your stomach and out your mouth
[Sermon X2]
You died too soon, choked on your pride
It never occurred to you what life had implied
Make your escape, many before you tried
But you’ll eventually be taking that ride
[Passage 02: Pious Paul]
In your stomach and out your mouth
Trapped we are living in a world gone south
But slightly North of Hell, I’m saying “Oh well”
I beat his ass down and then I’ll say that he fell
Things were going swell until the end of the world hit
Now I’m doing donuts in a hearse cus’ I don’t give a shit
They say the end is near and truly I don’t really give a shit
The president of the states is a piece of shit
Really couldn’t care if you agree with it
Soon very soon you will be laying in the ground
Remember the prophecy of this high priest sound
Swallow your pride take your last ride
You really can’t stop what’s coming up from inside
Rotting flesh decomposing in my back seat
The smell keeps gets worse cus’ I keep bringing the heat
[Sermon X2]
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Act Fool
03:27
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“Act Fool”
produced by: Kabal
lyrics/vocals by:
Kabal & Tank Diggs
contains samples from:
"Hardcore" by: EPMD
(c)Midian Music 2020
[Passage 01: Eurynomos]
I got a positive outlook so I won’t get stuck
& I got a negative outlook cus' of old bad luck
But if it wasn’t for bad luck I wouldn’t have no luck at all
The Gods in the heavens struck, rolled craps, so fuck Kabal
& If I kill em’ all is it and justice for all?
Blood upon the stage ran busting your balls
To the Wall another brick in,
because I’m sick of all the bickering
Incinerate ignition from all the bics that y’all are flickering
Burn the lies, burn your bodies, flaming flood
Turn the skies, churn the darkness, raining blood
I against I like I’m Bad Brains, mad claims
gas mains, black flames, mass graves in ash trays
Corpse paints, Mayhem, HellHammer lays men
Loyal to the grave since my cradle and my play pen
Love me like a reptile, head made from old motor
Realm of chaos war master like a Bolt Thrower
[Passage 02: Pious Paul]
I’m spitting hardcore, lyrical parkour
Shit you never seen before slam your head into the floor
I’m coming in harder well than I ever came in before
I’m with your daughter well first I came then hit it raw
I’ll supernova your Star
you should have known it from the start
With the pen in my hand you best expect a work of art
They call me Michelangelo I’ll sing naked like D’Angelo
Basking in the after glow turning up your audio
Welcome to another High Priestz ceremony
I will cook you slow like my Nona’s cannelloni
I will spit the truth like all who came before me
You can’t ignore me your rhyme flow boring
Because I’m spitting out a vicious linguistic
You’re standing in the mirror
trying to find a shade of lipstick
Coding encrypted off the top unscripted
Arms around your throat boa constricted
[Passage 03: Eurynomos/Pious Paul]
Mutation like a Road Mutant, executing all humans
I give a hoot but still abusing and produce pollutants
Sgt D. in the Hate Tank, stay dank
Straight shank & sex pistol, don’t spray blanks
Sucked by your wife until her mandible warps
Then she gets fucked with a knife just like cannibal corpse
Or Martha Splatterhead with the maddest stories ever told
I’m Kevin Maggotbrain I bust the fattest gore in every load
Prophecy foretold, necks in strangle holds
Ruling with an iron fist thrones and strongholds
Army’s at our disposal here’s the only proposal
Surrender right now or you will get your blown holes filled
Dethrone the most skilled, de-bone the prone kill
If it’s mind over matter then mind your manners still
This is a test and though I’m going overkill
Do you understand or are you under-filled?
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Compel You
03:28
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”Compel You”
produced by:
No Neck Beats
lyrics/vocals by:
Kabal & Tank Diggs
contains samples from:
Clive Barker's film
"Nightbreed"
(c)Midian Music 2020
[Passage 01: Eurynomos]
I’m handing out beat downs bagging me up weak clowns
mastered the art of war you master the agony of defeat now
Speak nouns you drowning further in verbs
And adjectives you wanna scrap?
I clown and murder with words
I can break you hook & shooting,
stretch ya, holds until you tap
Or make you look stupid just for opening your yap
Mumble rappers stumble backwards
from the smacking of my lips flapping
Thought that I was strapped from
sounds of cracking from the kids I'm slapping
Packing no heater I just beat em' with my bare hands
Lay your beady eyes on me
& see that's where your stare ends
Daze with my gaze you frozen like a deer in headlights
Never starting trouble kid I’m only here to end fights
You see us tallying the mourners left behind
As you flee the dark alley in the corner of my mind
Brain bucking slugs at the mean mugging thugs
Now I’m cutting up the rug & got the scrubbing brush
to clean your fucking blood
High Priest but I don’t follow no religion
My eyes see & it’s only solid gold vision
I’m still Kabal but call me Eurynomos
Cracking glass jaws brawling fury, low blows
pious or pious? Don’t feel it than try us
Seeing other fake high priests believe we the highest
The 7 circles of hell we done fell through
The power of high priestz compels you
[Passage 02: Pious Paul]
Now I’m compelled to tell the truth
Sweet like baby Rruth
Rich like Lionel dancing on the roof
No need to act aloof
I got the proof
You didn’t know that Pius Paul
and Eurynomos were ruthless
Your rudeness guaranteed to leave you toothless
Caught up in the movement
Your moves need improvement
Please remove it
It needs to go right now
To the priests you bow
Forgiveness no way no how
Time to genuflect
Pray for forgiveness on your knees and reflect
There is no time to circumvent
A life of neglect
the architect of misdirect
Inject the truth through use of dialect
A way to connect to the unchecked
Now I got you swinging by your neck
You left open no protection
now I'm switching up direction
Striving for perfection
You're just another soul to add to the collection
To the best of my recollection
the product of natural selection
The next evolution
Let's start the revolution
The prophecy is ready for distribution
Just in case you drew the same conclusion
This is not an optical illusion
I'm coming for the throat
There's no chance of absolution
There is no confusion found a resolution
As I lay thee down to rest electrocution
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“Power Of Death”
(featuring: Donny G)
produced by: Donny G
lyrics/vocals by:
Kabal, Tank Diggs
& Donny G
(c)Midian Music 2020
[Passage 01: Donny G]
Grabbing handfuls of dark matter make me start rather mad
I finish a menace my thoughts gather let my heart shatter
But only after I feelin’ this evil starts to flow
The darkness is unstoppable
this life is just an awkward droll
I burn and bleed since a seed I let the darkest win
Ain’t shit for me to even try to breathe
is such a sparkless sin
Flesh rains life is shame I let it mark again
But only through my soul
cus’ when I go I’ll be the target, then
I wield the blade then parade to slay then laugh for wit
They see an angel in the sky I see a Baphomet
Forever feeble medieval inside I had to split
My conscious down the middle
cus’ mentally I’m a slab of shit
Manic depression is a weapon as I end the session
Never had a chance to see progression
so I dance with death, it’s
The only lesson that I learned just let my body burn
& only after when I burn to ash they’ll pick a common urn
[Sermon X2]
No matter what they teach us
We must bow to the power of death
Gone are the weakest as they cower
In hours of rest
Fallen cowards to bless
As the tower suggests
Until the darkness surrounds
In a shower of flesh
[Passage 02: Eurynomos]
Blank wall, spliff to the lungs and then I deal nouns,
Stand tall, stick to my guns and never kneel down/
Prank calls, reminiscing the days of a street clown,
Hand ball, on the wall of a school with the boys in B-town/
Planned all, organizational still with the mean frown,
Scanned scrawl, anti social-ing up in my weed cloud/
(I’m like)Sam Hall, the darkest of shadows
is where I sleep sound,
Cabal, embracing the tribes of the Nightbreed, crowned/
Ranks fall, in order obeying and flaying you meat now,
Tanks brawl, with berserkers the murderous fleet hounds/
Gank y’all, with claws eviscerating and reap thou,
Shank gallbladders, splattered & tattered you leak brown/
Skank dolls, on dirtiest knees
with their hands and they feet bound,
Flank, maul, dismembering, disembowel, you reek fowl/
Dank thrall, shrouded remains in a bloody sheet gown,
(while)Swank Paul bearers carry and bury you deep down/
[Sermon X2]
[Passage 03: Pious Paul]
I am become death
I’ll take your last breath
Life bereaved
Now there’s nothing left
I’m beating it up and I’m coming in crazy
Sky black vision hazy
This type of shit it don’t even phase me
rhymes on fire this beat is all blaze-e
I’ll make you ghost till’ they call you Swayze
I’ll make you ghost till’ they call you Swayze
What are you crazy? I’m fucking amazing
cooked slow, call it braising
The devil pays alimony
for the hell that I’m raising, testimony
You didn’t know it was mine for the taking?
But still your heart aching
So lay down close your eyes
I am become death
I am your demise...
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I Spit
05:04
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“I Spit”
produced by:
No Neck Beats
lyrics/vocals by:
Kabal & Tank Diggs
contains samples from:
"Defective Trip (Trippin')"
by: Gravediggaz
& "NYPD" by: Nighthawks
(c)Midian Music 2020
[Passage 01: Eurynomos]
I spit, you spit, he spit, she spit
They spit, we spit, everybody spitting on some
Weak shit, meek kids, geek rigs, firing
Leaking shit beats with the software you pirating
We pioneered and engineered with whatever
We got our hands on, stand strong
& land another grand song
Being white in Canada and rapping in the 90s
Like a game of "Where's Waldo" tracking trying to find me
Realer than real, lyric spouter Ace
But getting a deal was about as likely
as winning a lunar trip to outer space
Paved the ways, all the bricks got laid
Now shroud in decay, with your routers in place
Nowadays everybody takes the super information highway
Check your buy rates
graduate to Facebook from MySpace
Pay for followers? Get to walking
& stay the fuck away because I spit when I'm talking
[Passage 02:Pious Paul/Eurynomos]
Pimp when I walk, spit when I talk
I got the kind of flow to leave you in a state of shock
Knock you off your block, I’m headed to the top
& in my path they finding these bodies outlined in chalk
Of lesser MCs stricken with disease
& when the end is near they be praying upon their knees
Got everyone yelling out “Hercules! Hercules!”
I manufacture runs suicide squeeze
So listen to my voice until your ears bleed
I gives you what you want
because I gives you what you need
Busting down the door busting down the door
High Priestz hit it raw like never before
What are words for? What are words for?
The beats, the beats, please back me some more
Your ignorant shit won't get a buck of my share
& if you can't spit then why the fuck would I care?
[Passage 03: Eurynomos/Pious Paul]
Eurynomos the Greek prince of sad death
Breathe pestilence don't need mints for bad breath
Expel saliva that be reeking of sativa
To get you higher than alp tips in Geneva
Non believers feel me splatter your vitals
Deliver DDTs like I was after the title
Drawing number 6 but still I’ll win the Royal rumble
Sure I fucking spit but you never hear me mumble
Heavyweight champ not giving it back
I’m holding a strap, don’t fuck with me I’m holding a strap
You’re taking a lap, because you need to calm down
No Neck engineering on this High Priest sound
Kabal on the verses, Tank casting curses
6 of your friends loading your body into a hearse
It’s a, real, real, real real shame
You occupying space now get out of my lane
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