Lyrics:
a dead don architect on the path that i Do things that are terrible an go an blame the inevitable
Let me take it take it where i left off, can't ride
All of my fears, gone
Visionary, like John
Head flooded with so many ideas, God placed me like a pawn
Walking in Grace on a daily basis, to His
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
the architect
And I the cold blue line
But actually you would be wrong
And I won't write another song
It's me you draw you're writing on
The cold correction that
nice, y'all just OK
You're nothing more than a little John phrase
I'm Mike Jordan in his prime
Modern day Issac Hayes theme song to Shaft
Equivalent
said, I could talk about my watch all day
But that's a fuckin' presidential debate
Man shout out to SAYITAINTTONE and Jay John
Adubb Da Gawd, Earlly Mac,
Cause she ain't looking for a so-so
Just a king with god-like ability not a John Doe
For a long time coming people tried to disrespect me
The effect has
complex, dodging death
I ain't done yet
You know we rise and we run sets
Architect's lines connect, marvelous
'Til a break, sipping on crushed grapes
I
Lion-hearted, tiger face
Any corner, time and place, architect the time it takes
Inner-city outta state, and globally we outta space
Wait up Arc, hold up
what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent
happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent
The Pentagon's from
clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
This is architect music, verbal
grind don't stop
I proclaim it any block
That's what make me hot
Favor got a lot
Owe God all I got
I'm just filling in my slot
Like Papa John's Little
Pourin' up this Quakin, fuck around and have a heart attack
Slime had a drought, in they spot like an architect
Atelier jacket cost a rack, it ain't never
Brooklyn Chance
Got them dancing in heaven
I'm representing
Hard body, God body
Y'all probably think
That John the Baptist
I'm more like John Gotti
This
down, over, under
What should have been a mile
Ends less than in a minute
Who built these bridges?
And to whom is the title "Architect" giv'n?
Something
the quarterback passing this
Knowledge
To all the scholars
Watch the money grow taller than John Wallace
I promise you the future ain’t promised
But guarantee mine
on a quick tour
Now everybody from the 313
Put ya muthafuckin hands where my eyes can see
I got my Pelle Pelle from Donna Sacs
Fuck rap im an architect
Just
to the left, puff puff yeah Oh now you feelin it
Like John Conner don't look now
We steady killin it
Destructive forces of nature
We blame the architect
meat
Cartilage, Spartacus, John is just autonomous
The Wolverine type to like pull out
His old heart and just
Call this ED eminem, no lights and beams
No
back
I might call you John f Kennedy
You say that you a god
But even romans made Jesus bleed
Do you kno wut I’m saying?
Smoke some crack and worship
You could look but you can't touch the technique
Come through like John G, Ed Muffs, and A-N-T
Collectively influence of the majority
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