Lyrics:
of my essence comprehends what I am made of
His comforting grace is given in His body we taste
Before the tabernacle, fallen shackles, blood in
until the Pagans tremble
I'll be in the Tabernacle
Prepping myself for a spiritual battle
I'll be in the Holy Temple
Chanting down Babylon until they
When trouble comes, trouble comes
God, I will call, call on Your holy name
I am the tabernacle of the Most High God
His Holy Spirit dwells
Jesus Christ is all I need n this life
Church
Tabernacle
Hold on tight and never let go
It gets deep in those rabbit holes
I started to fall then I opened
How do you see me?
How do you love me?
How to do you remember me?
Amaurotic nightingale
I hope that darkness keeps you well
When I can't fall
gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy
Brooklyn, they say I run it, the 'Natti is checking in
No matter the terminology, blood splatter artistically
It's looking like a Jackson Pollock painting,
of the Heavens sing a choir
With You, I receive the heart of fire
Heart of Fire
Set a fire down in my soul
That I can't contain
That I can't control
I want more
made of red clay
Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so
the wordplay
I still flip the bird like Jeezy
Strip it down, now it's exposed
I suppose my flow is the emperor's new clothes
Although I'm always by myself, I
I might fall and bust
But I will learn from my mistakes
Yeah
They say Edwin keep on going man
They Preaching to the choir
Yeah
Yo
In my past I was
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
of cleaner fresher fruit
My spirit's destitute, ain't no hell or purgatory
Ain't nobody praying for me, I'm always by myself, I'm lonely
Even when we speak, I
Come in on Sunday
And I see the sanctuary clapping
Darvel on the drums
Ain't no organist
We don't know what happened but
I feel that spirit in me
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
EL-P Speaking:
Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
of the treacherous void
He's guiding me
Embrace the dark
Sheep misguided by the lights
He's deep down within me
Your allies will burn
Darkest spirit clinging
an Immovable object, meets an Unstoppable force
My Golden ratio
Crown engraved in the shape of New York
Way down in Brooklyn, I'm the boss
Of myself, only and I
wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty's style
But deep down in heart he was still only a child
He was typin nice at ball, if he had
a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
and livin' life type of foul that was my shorty's style
But deep down in heart he was still only a child
He was typin' nice at ball if he had height
and make their spirits flip like
I'm a little underground king making Texas hits
For screwing our life force down
Until the supreme hip-hop spit almost
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