Juano - Prophet Avenue

SaiNt

Illuminati out the race
Move my karma out my face
Illuminati our the race
Because I feel like I'm a saint

I can see all you niggas looking through the peephole
I open doors, know love is war
Try to open up through the keyhole
Swim in jealousy, it's a deep hole
I fell through
I'm over sore
Body aching, I been changing, morph into the overlord
Knee deep in my sorrows but I hold the sword
Seek peace but be ready to go to war
I be living different
I be spitting different
In and out the trenches 'til I rose up
Represent my vision
And I'm dishing wisdom
Now I'm sitting sipping from a gold cup
Man this rapping business is a massive kitchen
Eat these cats for dinner 'til I throw up
I got mad ambition
I'm a savage with it
Imma do some shit that'll make me blow
Wait hold up

Illuminati out the race
Move my karma out my face
Illuminati our the race
Because I feel like I'm a saint

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Writer(s): Dashon Jones
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