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Matthew the Apostle

Matthew the Apostle, also known as Saint Matthew and possibly as Levi, was, according to the New Testament, one of the twelve apostles of Jesus. According to Christian traditions, he was also one of the four Evangelists as author of the Gospel of Matthew, and thus is also known as Matthew the Evangelist, a claim rejected by the majority of modern biblical scholars, though the "traditional authorship still has its defenders."The New Testament records that as a disciple, he followed Jesus, and was one of the witnesses of the Ascension of Jesus. Later Church fathers such as Irenaeus and Clement of Alexandria claim that Matthew preached the Gospel to the Jewish community in Judea, before going to other countries. more »

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I created
Rhyme and made it
Fit to the rhythm of a ancient tape
With a mic a vape pen
Mind was aching
Dropped the weed
And I'm finally saved
Since I was infant
Rhymes have commenced
Been fucking with the game
That I finally came in
Time I’m awakened
Shrine in the making
The pin picked pattern on your skin
I made it
I come with the theory
And the knowledge of the rhyme
I dictate the syncopation
And create a fucking kind
Of a picture far from scripture
In the sentences of time
Perfect fifths and ancient myths
I fix the sick to tip the tides
Don't come near me
Don't try to hide
I will call upon the spirits
To appear and make you mine
In this music it's affluent
And congruent to the mind
Of an artist that's the farthest
When it comes to pitch it's mine
Born with the right
To write
F*ck god
F*ck hell
F*ck everything in sight
I've come with the power
Of my demons and my mind
I've unleashed it
Never lease it
Just release it
Feel it vibe
And I call upon all nature
Call upon the rhyme
I call upon
The fetal evil people in my life
Oh thank you for the suffering
The pain and all the strife
Now I'm acclimated
I created rhythm for the rhyme
I come with the theory
And the knowledge of the rhyme
I dictate the syncopation
And create a fucking kind
Of a picture far from scripture
In the sentences of time
Perfect fifths and ancient myths
I fix the sick to tip the tides
Don't come near me
Don't try to hide
I will call upon the spirits
To appear and make you mine
In this music it's affluent
And congruent to the mind
Of an artist that's the farthest
When it comes to pitch it's mine
I come with the theory
And the knowledge of the rhyme
I dictate the syncopation
And create a fucking kind
Of a picture far from scripture
In the sentences of time
Perfect fifths and ancient myths
I fix the sick to tip the tides
Don't come near me
Don't try to hide
I will call upon the spirits
To appear and make you mine
In this music it's affluent
And congruent to the mind
Of an artist that's the farthest
When it comes to pitch it's mine

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