Lyrics:
armor
And he's the last known Spartan
He's drives Warthogs through thick and thin, dropped of by a Pelican
And he fights the brutal Covenant
Cortana,
the corporate reign
Radiation range, generation pain, fear
Migraines created by megabytes
Immune the night, every flight, it ain't right (it ain't right)
Uh,
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? --
'Cause all I ever
folks ain't
Growin' they on they tiptoes
And regression's progression for people who
Ain't got no wisdom
And a Father called these babblin'
Prophets
to men from heav'n all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
to men from heav'n all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen
to men from heav'n all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen
to men from heav'n all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ship
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand
In the beginning
There was the cold and the night
Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light
Man was triumphant
Armed with the faith
business
No stopping
I'm all in
They don't know what to call it
My rap it gonna make a milli
Always been a prophet
No options
No problem
I've come to far
Just doing a mic check, ok,
Prophet me,
Priest me,
King me,
Prophet me,
Priest me,
King me,
Standing in the rain,
I'm doing like a king do,
If God
I'm knockin'
A hollow prophet laid to waste
I'm knockin' down the Eden's gate
Gun for hire my bullets flow
Get the desperate back their home
One by one
grim.
Filtered by the ratings, chosen for effect,
Substance and content suffer once again and so,
On and on they sing their song that no one cares
and a cackle
Spit the wine that he gargled
At the meek
As some whore of Babylon
Entranced in a song
Plays for an arena
Of zombies
A tattered prophet on a stage
the Church and persecute My Prophets
Who do you think you’re hurting
How long will you kill my Prophet, while I stand and look
If you wanna fight the Church,
were breathed by His Spirit through the prophets he used
We will bow with our preference and pride at the foot of His throne
Oh, His truth changes our
our way
Ooh, tell me a story
Many years went by as Prophet Nooh would cry
O my people won't you follow the way?
Just know Allah is One and when my ship
High-pitched ideas, eupathy
Togetherness: will be the keys
Of Higher Reason
Told by Taliesin
And other prophets
Of the hope
Just believe to the future
Build it
written with dark lies
Black sheeps who unbelieve their corrupted prophets
Executed by turning back to their blind leaders
Blind leading, the blind
Blind
understand answers that I cannot freeze
Not influenced by money I needa give back to my people you look like a prophet to me
Beatbox at the barber shop
Clairvoyant prophet sees the future
Powered by ancient chants
Mystic knowledge flowing through them
Sacred hierophant
Hallucinations, visions forming
anything about it
I'm chemically imbalanced
not predicted by any of your prophets
I'm chemically imbalanced
and I don't give a shit about anything about it
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