Lyrics:
as easily see a crisis or problem
As a challenge, an opportunity
To prove your mettle
The chance to strengthen and toughen
Yourself, or a call to collective
to shoot the neighbours
I come in violence with a silencer and ain't taking no favours
I spit bars real hard I might just shake Satan
I'm a hard act
the hordes in?
Dear Mia
Lone stone in a dark cave
c pagan awaiting the feared deity
Daily offerings of blood and words
Daily offerings of blood and wounds
Hey! After, 1,000 years in the west and the church is
get'n bigger daily without understanding worship. (say what?)
Some regenerated but a lot ain't
They act like they don't know that I'm balling
I got places to go ain't no stalling
Destiny on my phone hear it calling
On my way to the throne yeah
Collective slackership
Beautiful establishment; you ain't established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the numbers under burnt pride in the dark (sup
back with a purpose
Tracks you make by swag are just worthless
The rappers and preachers sitting in the traps like their churches
You only worship one
sect, the collective for His might
The Catechist
So we praise the act of praising
Outperform our worship of last week
A constant striving to prove our
Yes it looks like war
Yes it looks like more
In the spirit decorated with valor on three tours I fight to worship
I fight to worship
I fight
the Patriot Act was written
Now I know how them Patriots gonna act but who all gets to be a citizen
Sounds a little suspect when anyone can be a suspect
settlement is spiked with that stupid image,
Each conscience nailed to that diet of corruption.
*
Military acts are bathed in those gory tales.
Tired
My attributes been growing daily
Tryna max it out
I thought you was tryna save me
Now I'm casted out
In a essence all my blessings stop the faster
(ọlọhun seh)
Rascal
Back inna street wey me come from
Nobody send you oh brother wise up
And if you jam Olosho tẹ dẹ hookup
If you no act wise oh oti k'ẹran
one asks how
Millions subjected to planned nightmares
Their collective guilt veiled by daily affairs
Freedom became just an empty word
Shadows reign
excessive
So when it came to the election
I marked the X in the box kept for the animal welfare collective
It made sense
That's what I think's important
But
cranium
Made of titanium
Don't follow daily trends
Maybe I'm alien
Baby, baby, I'm wavy like navy ships
Pretty soon I'll be sellin' out stadiums
Fuck with
Plus, I'm black
Plus, I want vengeance for the poor
Who's attacked daily
Patriot Act never scared me
Jake in the Taurus
Sticky in the jar-s
Niggas
doesn't go down popular
With the generation libido free
Catch him in the act and they will
Throw him over their collective knee
But seeing wrinkle echo
want vengeance for the poor who's attacked daily
Patriot Act never scared me
Jake in the Taurus, sticky in the jar-s
Niggas I'm with got warrants,
Crimson in my iris
Veins protruding from my visor
I get alerts daily
But don't believe the lies
Emeralds in yo iris
Cause your profits are your sire
Fire
the hallways dragging behind
All their possessions and transient treasures
As they go to worship the electronic shrine
On which is playing the late late
Oh their judgement, mind desolation
No real compassion, only fake emotions
Only one right way to think, one right way to act
A freedom of speech,
proved he didn't know how to act go about getting his lady back
Should I pour out my soul, plead my case and allow the promises to stack
Cause I can go
the ghetto of Jerz'
From where the ghetto's disturbed, you can be dead in a hearse
Say a prayer daily and end it with "better or worse"
I lost faith, but
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