Lyrics:
by the seven where them drills bring joy uh uh
What you saying about the score? forty-three that's the opps maybe add a couple more Uh uh
You're kind
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
Couple shots get flamed on Skepta
If he's dead I'll write my name on Skepta
Skepta's a battyman! Shame on Skepta
I'll put the blame on Skepta
Make police
divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't
abetoko, won't miss out, Akantekaho to reach out
To they that lay among the dead,
To survive trading their birth right for bread, Servants pon the horses
I was born to no ordinary man
Under seven moons I was called to this land
Angels blood and demons seed
Walked through fire to make a man out of me
I
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
free, free, free
What up humans?
This is not Hannibal Barbarus
This is destroy
Special Ed students call me D-Story
We here, hijacking this Lucky 7 album
You looking for me
There here go
You looking for me
There here go
There He Go
TerryO
There He Go
TerryO
You looking for me
There here go
You looking
still, codeword for reggies
I ain't sign a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eatin' free my niggas 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead we
of the dead
For that this world will end does exist as part of time
From the river comes the flood
Created in seven days to god, shall be erased come the eighth
and the Firstborn One
Glory to Him who loves us and released us from sin by His blood
He has made us a kingdom
Priests to God and His Father above
Jesus
So shall it
matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
and decree tell me what do you claim
Just a servant of God thats trying to change things
Yeshua Yeshua gonna use all the pain
And thats what I claim
It's seven
discernment
Cannot stop a man determined
Who can stop an urgent servant
Told deterrent I am fervent
What can hide when I'm observant
I see all who did me dirty
Marduk and his allies
He who captured the Ancient Ones
With His father
Enki our God
Ruler of the Elder Gods
We were created by His breath
And the blood
from 15, ay
Now shit changed a lot, ay
Six houses 20 cars, ay
Seven hundred thousand on some jewelry
Now they know a nigga large, ay
All of them
burner woods, exposed wrist
Gray smoke drift, stones and sticks
Sure to talk shit like he's paid to do it
Major raised within a range of ruins, wakes
The servant
Of
Light
Against the gods he swears revenge
Now drawn out by the slaughter
One god stands to face the other
Mountains crack and oceans boil
One last
the elements I'm bringing in lyrical armageddon
I'm dead 'em and set the levels like 7/11 the way I get 'em
When I serve up manor from heaven (It's too much)
I want skin for my bed, spread
I swear the sky just bled, red
I buy, twitch my neck, bread
I'll take them to my bed, dead
I might've lost my
tiger?"
He had a shot of tequila, smiled and whispered "lighter"
He went down to the desert city where the rattlesnakes play
And left his dead skin by
out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died
You really think Elvis
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