Lyrics:
need a EMT cause this joint barely is breathing
I been through some thorns by His grace I’m bloomin
Me and my sword want more, Metro Boomin
Got
The chaos of my mind made children of the night
That didn't let me sleep for pulling your head out
Their whispers are like screams
Awaiting to live,
famine
The pale horse is given the force
Die by the sword, sickness and plagues
Souls that are in slain
Testimony maintained
The sun a black snake
children
Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
Now see from the Father, how funky can you get?
Now my activity is cosmi-tivity
Immortal is my soul, my
Grab your sword and shield
Let out a rally cry
And take the battlefield
Receive your call to arms
Prepare to take your stand
Fall on your knees and pray
and wings
And the sword by the slayer of kings
Seven in heaven and tears fool the blind
Merchants of madness, obscene you will find
They tear through
have passed us by
Since Caesars battle cry
Brought swords and spears and his legionaires
To conquer Palestine
First the Romans then the Ottomans
Then
sword and by flood
Fed to the vultures were friends and good men
Pursuit of dominion, the game never ends
Queens kill for power
And lords fight for gold
to fear Underdog is here
In the booth I'm a bomber
Tellem "Leave me lone, I'm good on my own"
Swing the Sword like katana
Ordered by The Lord they be
me to follow their path to the afterlife
I've got an appetite
For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by
New metaphors
Even a man who is pure in the heart
And speaks in prayer by night
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms
And the winter moon is bright"
I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me
Quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys
Don't try it kill'em
I'm going to start
For the final time
This is an excerpt from "Goldminer's Gravestone" by Murray Emerland
Quote
The pen is mightier than the sword
End
me to follow their path to the afterlife
I've got an appetite
For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by
New metaphors
riders come to get you
Ride together, ride in power
It’s the age of sword and fire
Kill their children, take their wives
How can that be God’s plan?
Burn
more like a billion
For my children’s children
Young wealthy and handsome
I’m worth a king’s ransom
This is my legacy
This for my brand too
I
In the heart of holy see
In the home of Christianity
The seat of power is in danger
There's a foe of a thousand swords
They've been abandoned by
by their lords
Their fall from grace will pave their path, to damnation
Then the 189
In the service of heaven
They're protecting the holy line
I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me
quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys
don't try it kill'em
Or selling your child into slavery
Or leaving your village, your family and your children behind for months on end
To work for wickedly low wages
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real
we're tryin' to find the key to the light
What do you mean by the key to the light
Well, brother you see, from the darkness came the light
We need that
her
Count days
Count how many days of bleeding
The days thereafter
The days between your bleeding and ovulating
The amount of children she can conceive,
when you believe
Nothing here below can measure up to heaven's lasting treasure
Be not deceived only believe
If you believe so will it be...
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