Faith Healer
Yeah, look
C'mon, man, stop fuckin' playin' with me, man
We rippin' and runnin'
Look, yeah
No cappin', and leave the plug alone (don't talk to my man)
Six days he established himself above the throne (Alhamdulillah)
We take pesticide and we drug the clone
This a HK P30, it's from Cologne (we over there)
It's bounties on the warship (yeah)
You should have faith in the One, that's the God lordship (Alhamdulillah)
The vortex is like a horse wish
Free the gods and blood all over the sword tip
I saw the biochemical grift
That was honor, that was part of my dimensional shift
We was outside, we was smokin' Nephilim piff
You was outlying, we was from the Nephilim grift
Look, they worshippin' the dakka
It's blood around the body, yeah, we circlin' the Ka'bah (Alhamdulillah)
We smoke Marley and hold sickles (hold sickles!)
Talk like Charlie and roll nickels
If you don't know where I'm at, don't tempt me
Let off this drum 'til it's empty
Blood gon' spil, the 12 come get me
Still, you all gon' feel who sent me
If you don't know where I'm at, don't tempt me
Let off this drum 'til it's empty
Blood gon' spill, the 12 come get me
Still, it's all fun and game 'til it's empty
Crescent and star on the gold rubies
The ahkis all draped in shemagh and they hold toolies (it's toolies at the masjid)
Runnin' and rippin' and smoke woolies
Muhfuckers out here will stick you wit' ol' Uzis
You was a bitch in the womb (you was)
This a overkill, that's the elephant in the room
You doin' the dash, you live in a lake
He a steppa, he a bad man, Vivian Blake (shower posse)
This muhfucker still mention my name (always talkin')
So I call over my young boy, send for the flame
How you still alive? I'da thought you ended the pain
You a burden on society, it's simple and plain (it's that simple)
Look, I'm heavy with the hardware (got the biscuits)
Too close to the magazine'll burn your arm hair (brrr!)
Small grave and a cold coffin
Pull up with a new .45 like the old Jordan
If you don't know where I'm at, don't tempt me
Let off this drum 'til it's empty
Blood gon' spill, the 12 come get me
Still, you all gon' feel who sent me
If you don't know where I'm at, don't tempt me
Let off this drum 'til it's empty
Blood gon' spill, the 12 come get me
Still, it's all fun and game 'til it's empty
C'mon, man, stop fuckin' playin' with me, man
We rippin' and runnin'
Look, yeah
No cappin', and leave the plug alone (don't talk to my man)
Six days he established himself above the throne (Alhamdulillah)
We take pesticide and we drug the clone
This a HK P30, it's from Cologne (we over there)
It's bounties on the warship (yeah)
You should have faith in the One, that's the God lordship (Alhamdulillah)
The vortex is like a horse wish
Free the gods and blood all over the sword tip
I saw the biochemical grift
That was honor, that was part of my dimensional shift
We was outside, we was smokin' Nephilim piff
You was outlying, we was from the Nephilim grift
Look, they worshippin' the dakka
It's blood around the body, yeah, we circlin' the Ka'bah (Alhamdulillah)
We smoke Marley and hold sickles (hold sickles!)
Talk like Charlie and roll nickels
If you don't know where I'm at, don't tempt me
Let off this drum 'til it's empty
Blood gon' spil, the 12 come get me
Still, you all gon' feel who sent me
If you don't know where I'm at, don't tempt me
Let off this drum 'til it's empty
Blood gon' spill, the 12 come get me
Still, it's all fun and game 'til it's empty
Crescent and star on the gold rubies
The ahkis all draped in shemagh and they hold toolies (it's toolies at the masjid)
Runnin' and rippin' and smoke woolies
Muhfuckers out here will stick you wit' ol' Uzis
You was a bitch in the womb (you was)
This a overkill, that's the elephant in the room
You doin' the dash, you live in a lake
He a steppa, he a bad man, Vivian Blake (shower posse)
This muhfucker still mention my name (always talkin')
So I call over my young boy, send for the flame
How you still alive? I'da thought you ended the pain
You a burden on society, it's simple and plain (it's that simple)
Look, I'm heavy with the hardware (got the biscuits)
Too close to the magazine'll burn your arm hair (brrr!)
Small grave and a cold coffin
Pull up with a new .45 like the old Jordan
If you don't know where I'm at, don't tempt me
Let off this drum 'til it's empty
Blood gon' spill, the 12 come get me
Still, you all gon' feel who sent me
If you don't know where I'm at, don't tempt me
Let off this drum 'til it's empty
Blood gon' spill, the 12 come get me
Still, it's all fun and game 'til it's empty
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Lanciani, Vincent Luviner, Lawrence Young
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Jacinto's Praying Mantis
- Blood Bank Affair
- All Are Guests in the House of God
- Tortured in the Name of God's Unconditional Love
- Faith Healer - Single
- Slight Rebellion off Madison - Single
- Rektal Dilation
- Burn Everything That Bears Your Name
- Papi Wardrobe - Single
- Season of the Assassin (Diamante Edition)
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