Half Way Through Psalms 1

(album: LMR (Losing My Religion) - 2014)

Now I've been working like a slave, perfecting my lines
Making sure this automatic flow can blow your fucking mind

Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Then change the way the people thinking
Lord that's my only goal

My rhymes are contortionist analytical torture
Could stab and slash your aorta while smoking hash in the fortress
This metaphorical fortune for which I've rationed the portions
It's all aesthetically gorgeous priority it's important
I'm simulating intercourse with the sound of my recordings
While stimulating your mind not confine do in support
It's the pen is my lifeline thy mind soul and my body
The teachings of Helter Skelter the vibe is a kamikaze
But I try to preach peace when I speak like Mahatma Gandhi
The hierarchy of rap and my concepts are impeccable
Flow is highly respectable, do it like a professional
Repentance for my sins, like I stepped in a confessional
Pray for me

Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers
But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night
He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither Whatever he does prospers

Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Then change the way the people thinking
Lord that's my only goal

Fuck a platinum plaque bitch I want some monuments
A sacrificial concubine with 12 o' clock masters
A masters and doctorate the bastards that I've indoctrinated
Spit the body of Christ, you sip it you feel intoxicated
Now I ain't stopping 'til I reach the fuckin precipice
Saying my Hail Mary's I'm spiritually invested
Putting scriptures together I'm crafting 'em with some message
This blasphemous nepotism is older than Nefertiti
That's evident in my rhymes and we edit that for your T.V
The Bible's my dictionary contingent upon convictions
'Cause Jesus wasn't weeping from the pain of crucifixion
But the loss of innocence within the truth that he had giving
My flow is Old English like it's Victorian diction
When I spit it's automatic like weapons with ammunition
I fire with repetition then I throw another clip in
And aim it at my sins so I eternally glisten, AH!

Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Then change the way the people thinking
Lord that's my only goal

The properties of distention make you mentally dependent
When you focus on the pendant instead of words in the sentence
Conceptions of this irreverence was birthed by Mary Magdalene
I'll never trust my Reverend for pedophilic malevolence
Slice the wrists of a hypocrite, spitting the sickest ignorance
Illegal drug smoke is engulfed in my own chest
Another breath and Imma visit Pope Benedict in the flesh
Strategizing in the Vatican to start a new religion
That feeling they needed, they want it, I seen it
Said open your cart so you can receive it
I'm spitting the truth and I hope you believe it
I write on the page 'til the paper is bleeding
I'm hoping my prophecies come to fruition
I murder all men, man I kill competition
I'm breaking away with the skill that I'm given
Get back to my roots with the way that I whip it
Get back to the truth with the way that I spit it
Your cup runneth over the way that I fill it
My style's illicit my flow is the ill-est
Just give me a beat and you know that I kill it
I studied the legends that all came before me
I'm bumping Rakim 'til my systems exploding
Assist on your grave and insist on the gory
Created a movie my vision is glory
I wrote this multivious biblical story
I pray that the people embrace and endorse it
These words out my mouth are salvation and glory
But shit is a shame when no one will endorse it
I'm guessing the money is way more important
I do it this way for some clarification
That's rarefied there in the rhymes that I've written
And all that I covet is the mind I was given