Lyrics:
messenger of mighty gods
Gold-winged angel
Go home, don't tell
Anyone what you are
You're sacred and they're starved
And their art is getting dark
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel
When I heard the messenger from inner space
He was sending me a signal that for so long I had ignored
But he held on to my umbilical cord
Until
worried
Is she married or not?
Then call Arthur Schlesinger
No, no, send a messenger
With the saddest news of the bunch
Tell Lady Bird I'll be late for
about a girl who meets a junkie
The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the messages to a flunky
We can't be certain who the villains are
Turn it down nigga, hot shit
Yea
Messenger in the Metropolis, apocalypse here and now
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I
to spit that, HOT SHIT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
Turn it down nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah.. (oooh)
Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know
unless I have to run
And the long arms of the KGB detect me
Can't trust a soul, secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
know this place
Nowhere is over
To find our way back to grace
Nowhere is nothing at all
Well I have come from a hurricane
A messenger that
know this place
Nowhere is over
To find our way back to grace
Nowhere is nothing at all
Well I have come from a hurricane
A messenger that
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel
keep hidin' their face
If I'm a messenger, you block me then you block the message
So aggressive, the world you made is what you're left with
Pride
hell
For I am but a messenger one
Sent to do reckoning, what must be done
Praying to our wretched doom
Liberty, freedom, maybe death looms
Wishing
I got black love and marriage, yeah
They gon' say you can't have it, but
I'm like, "Don't kill the messenger"
We gon' break the stigma up
you, you really got me now
Black sedan ran a red light
Just a drunken bike messenger on Tuesday night
I know I messed up and it might be over
But
and messengers, mocked and vilified
Final destination lying deep inside their court
Their first line of defense soon became their last resort
Hardened
if mama cold as Willona
See, I'm second to no one
I'm the messenger-poet
They slowly showin they colors
They music good but they bogus
Wale
They
the passenger and merked the DA's messenger
Every corner, camera, nigga I'm just tryna live
Shitty on a shitty curb, niggas kill ya front your kids
See how
the messenger here
Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed
When the city was chocolate, there
the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks behind
Making a killing through the U.S. mail
[Chorus]
This is the movie of the screenplay
Of the book about a girl who meets a junkie.
The messenger gets
in my walk
Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga
Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm saying
I got the dillinger,
People,can you feel me now' know feelin
Gotch yow
I am just a messenger bringin ya somethin
Very fertile
Hey hey hey hey
Yo! I am your president,yup
give it if he wants cash
But the lady who represent em would never send 'em a message from a secular messenger
Never be no nepotism, we supposed to be
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