Lyrics:
The devil catches The Holy Ghost
From a psalm that the Archangel had wrote
Hitler jerks off on the top of Jezebel's head
Give the children stone instead
a subject
In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities
In the expert's mind there are few
So by approaching a subject the way a beginner or a child
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
ain't an idiot my nigga they all preaching the same
I'm the reincarnation of a king long gone
Gods songs hidden in verses written out by the lord
ain't an idiot my nigga they all preaching the same
I'm the reincarnation of a king long gone
Gods songs hidden in verses written out by the lord
before but safe on our suburb screens
Now I am here in the flesh
A witness of war in this godforsaken scene
Far from those grey walls
See children with
by surprise but I don't worry.
Child it will be alright.
There's a message to the king.
It reads of disappointing numbers of the children who have come
fight is fair
We been down for 500 years
Still surrounded by unaware
See the passion is a green light
Put aside the problems of the fake one
You
That's the only winning strategy
And I'm so glad to be
A child of the King
Given the gift of Clarity
the shit since 85'
Go do your research
On my Child
Growing up back then
Compares to nothing
From the curb to field
We aces ran until our feet hurt
stool, hanging out the window
Watching all the cars go by as the wind blows
A crazy lady, livin' in the bag
Eating out the garbage used to be a baddie
and everything breaks down into
Vibrations - and by controlling that you
Can control both matter and
Thought and we've investigated this
And we've spent a lot
These women always saying fuck a nigga they ain't shit
But stay fucking round with the same niggas that ain't shit
Child support they use it all up
To graduation class in back of my car is a baby seat
Life's a business it sell you dreams but get no receipt
Child support in pockets in pocket they take about
Keenan & Ron Rohlf (collab):
Turning on a spit... don't forget to save a hit... for the child in the pit... all alone without a bit... of strength
saviour is called a villain by these spoiled Western children
I’m reaching for my own spear
I see everything through the spyglass
This how Mzilikazi felt
out my frames
Seeing people in pain
People popping pills just to numb the pain
Hood full of drama drive the people insane
Children go to school, but no
child
And children will rise up against parents
And cause them to be put to death
And you will be hated by all for My name's sake
But he who endures
the children involved
There's something wrong, can't be afraid to call it out
More gender fluid teachers means more p-s out
G-g your kids, before letting puberty
want the children involved
There's something wrong, can't be afraid to call it out
More gender fluid teachers means more pedophiles out
Grooming your
slacking now
Here for each other
Mirror love and we matching up our style uh
I know there's some evils that be trynna drag us down uh
I know I'm a King
Israelites
The chosen people inna Jah Jah sight.
Pray to King Shiloh, the Prince of Peace
Make we see the light, and the city ago crumble by night
Destruction
laws and chase a bag while a nigga weather through the storm
I'm a child of God, I be grindin' in the field like the children of the corn
Runnin'
his child fret
Being uncertain when you worshipped him and to him you're in debt
See I would never do that I could make your problem solved
I own
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