Lyrics:
face is a thousand lipstick flavors
Need a sip of lemonade, I'm a slave to my trade
From all these lights my complexion might fade
Secretary overworked,
and my fellow female mammals, animals
Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages
Minds haunted by our children's faces
They mace us, with
of the Bush nation stares
As the drama unfolds, as we the people under the stairs
Fifty percent of this "Son of a Bush" nation
Is like, hatin' on Haiti
mission
The Nation of the God and the Earths which has risen
The truth is not what it seems
Captivated by lucid dreams
Day is the night, and night is
gets salutations, of
Fuck her face in, word to ace in the hole
Got no nation
A viking horde the world will fall before me
So call me the lord
You swing
wear Versace shirt they wear their ray bann
So they need Versace shirt happy is the nation
Dem play me song for tv and radio station
Dem a see me risen
Front no kicker, Glocks spitter
Black and gold flack across my face when I get you
Three women tipping, turning up the alpine sure
I'm fakin'
shapes the land
The way the hammer shapes the hand
Gleaming faces in the checkout counter at the Church of Fame
The lucky winners cheer Casino Nation
All
theory though
Cause you can get beat by sarz
Ain't speaking bout Osaretin yo
These niggas bunch of Jon Snows
They know nothing
Flow's rotten
Bend the knee
Theory Though
Cause You Can Get Beat by Sarz
Ain't Speaking Bout Osaretin Yo
These Niggas Bunch of Jon Snows
They Know Nothing
Flow's Rotten
Bend the Knee
that the nation would turn up the station
Face it, art cannot reject itself
Make this, don't let them touch it, hot as hell
Nobody's angelic, I just
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
In London, in Brooklyn
By the side of the road in the rain
It's simple in this ghost town
Another set of eyes breaks me down again
I know there's
a thousand furlongs
Walked amongst gods, latin kings, and queens
The nation of the Zulu and them Nieta beads
I was raised by OGs, trust no one, never
Not
too close to tha flooow
It's uranium, Knowledge been bestooowed, keep hidden inside ya cranium
How I run tha nation high ah low whatever state I'm in
isn't life
Isolation
Isolation
Our souls are screaming 'round the nation
Isolation
Isolation
Hear us now give us justification
We face an enemy
Won't
of a nation on the verge of collapse
After all was said and done
I'm lowering my expectations
Won't raise their vibration, low hope for a change
Think you're
offering
Holy Spirit rest upon me
Take me by the hand
Lead me in my destiny
We want to be a people of Your presence
We want to see Your face
To see
We have history
Of breaking people down and gagging all the bound
Centuries gone by
No more tears left to cry for this cultural genocide
You sit upon
someday
Will I ever get there someday
By Your living sacrifice
One death for all mankind
You came to show us the way
That all nations would proclaim
Yahweh
called by your name, you've called us to pray
We're here to seek your face
Lord we love you, we adore you
Humble our hearts here before you
Hear from
you (HA-HA-HA-HA)
Maybe it's because he's threatened by my walk and talk
When it'll debut, ensue, and even impact you
This is a war, not just a battle
to conceptualize hatred that would have, if unpacked on my end, given us room to Strengthen on different levels and bases
But That's okay bitch—We still change faces
Who will bring the cure before it's too late.
Don't you see the hurt in their eyes?
So much disappointment in many faces
Use your heart and not
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