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lyrics
I spit with old testament decadence
I’m the best in the vestments
In confessional blessing the
Truth to tenement tenants
No illusions in penitence
Now the students the reverend
The breath is catching heavy
Flooding levees with no temperance n
I got a Noah flow
Ark is for the poets
so let there be sparks
in the darkness so exposed n
I’m a david to goliath
And the sling is set in motion
Poet moses to the slaves
And I been known to part the oceans
What’s all the commotion surrounding exodus
Motherfuck some quoted senescence
I’m on that resurrection tip
I embody holy spirit
In lyrics
I’m immortal when performing
So mere death I’ve never feared it
This is nicene pipe dream creed that
You’re hearing
Gospel to these apostles
And they flock to the meaning
I’m redefining what it means to be believed in
I’m headed for the top
And damn the path is lookin scenic
Better believe it
So throw your hands up to the sky
We’ll show you what it means to testify
The way we rise is seeming so divine
We flow our testaments for newer times
My scripture got vision
Because obscurity’s perdition
I emerged from absurdity
Like divine intervention
I got a drive to ascend
With a science darker than guinness
So I’m alchemic mixing
Till I’m moutin mount olympus
And the sound is not repetitious
I’m endowed with some significance
Exorcising revenants
They bow and show some deference
Learned it from the best
And I worship at fifth element
Celestial wrecking flows
With a deity’s presence
Technique is impeccable
Ineffable perception
Hell and heaven what you make em
We don’t wait for ascension
I’m wrathful as a god
You don’t wanna test my temperament
Might wanna start pressing up your epitaphs
I got camaraderie with mephistopheles
Raps rearrange cosmology
Every time that I drop on beats
These songs I spit are practically like psalms to me
So I make music my mythology
So throw your hands up to the sky
We’ll show you what it means to testify
The way we rise is seeming so divine
We flow our testaments for newer times