I went by the book; I meant what I said I did what I could; you left me for dead – no wonder I’m a mess, uh Dismantled my frame, channeled that power And chanted that name ‘til I became an architect Plans in the pocket wet from trekkin’ thru this estuary Corridors are covered with the blood of the ancestry Legend of the West say they was huntin’ for a sunken chest Similar circumstances surrounding my uncle’s death Sustenance of mother’s milk; honeysuckle, supple breast Trouble is – y’all was trynna gut fish Minutes after sunset, usurpin’ the coup – the unit bumpin’ this Bus packed, my jammy a champion of justice, uh Abandoning the pantheon for lower ground Trynna get this focus down is harder with these Romans ‘round Oddly enough we’re so much closer to what’s godly really When the mind is pure and body filthy Embody every quality of ill in my prosopopeia Sick of watchin’ non-believers constantly fulfill their party’s prophecy Shoebox philosophy, they’re spewin’ out a glossary Of polytheist speak: greek mythology Promise me you’re not part of that colony that shot at me Possibly I’ll let you sip a shot with me, slip into that Knob Creek Wade in that debauchery and play with such ferocity That they concede to chokin’ out the weed of mediocrity All or nothin’ and nothin’ is stoppin’ me Pressing like the call button, holler from the lobby of your property Canvassing in Converse, scrambling for converts Handing out a Psalms verse, brother I’m the wrong person For your witnessing, I’m in the choir now Standing next to Todd Sykes, finna bring the Hammond back in..
..And we’re barely breakin’ even It’s three hours of sleep and even them is in the PM Spending every waking moment hopin’ we get back to Eden Aint nothin’ lost if that’s what you belive in, I’m resigned to be the Last one breathin’ – that’s moderately ironic I’m asthmatic, chronic tobacco smoker but I’m told that Moses was a stammerer, still he managed to hand to a Nation a code; wait in the cold for the fire
Spark of light, raise it up into the sky and the igniter Got a coat of mad accelerant to blow it even higher That old shit expired; we’re the newest group of writers Inciting the youth to exercise god-given rights Proof: you see god in the light? That’s a god on the mic There might be some gods in here tonight And if there is I pray they show me what we’re working towards What we sacrificing and stealin’ and lyin’ for And I aint trynna settle for 30-second commercials anymore Put your money where my mouth’s at, circle come full.. See, we’re reworking the rules ‘Bout to revert to these tools and unearth the birth of cool Show you firsthand – make it, you take it personal Aint no worry gon’ be wasted on the worth they placin’ on it The layman’s will lay they hands on it – more power to em I hope they leave the whole town in ruins and the Crown in a pool of urine, blood on the tomb I attest they got the spirit of the west runnin’ thru em I’mma ride for em, testify for em – die for em When I go I hold a couple spots the other side for em And that’s the business Yeah we stand before god, who y’all callin’ to witness? That’s the business Yeah we stand before god while y’all callin’ some bitches..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
