Pilgrims By The Millions

(album: Behind Every Great Man - 2014)

Buttress got pilgrims by the millions
Recruiting em while ya losing em
On my way to Jerusalem

No shade or oasis (I can't take this) so take this (BREATHE)
Can't face this rap game Moses
So He spoke to us through pillars of fire
Showed us what he wrote us
Called us the hosts of wicked desire
And in rage I called the Most High a liar
Fuck that noise, I'm the Messiah
Defended our race, our human nature
And through the vapor I became the creator
Cause Buttress sit with judges, the rudest
Dropping heads like Judith, I'm surrounded by crudeness
Ya'll some savages, traitors, throwing kisses like Judas
I hate ya'll Philistines, I'm mean, you're thick
Hit stones with a stick for water, til I come
The Buttress, the daughter of no one
And if you think I got a conscience, you're wrong
I don't own one, miracle committing lyrical homicide
The prophesied sacrificial lamb
I'm the Savior, Son of Man
And your behavior ain't gonna earn you no hand at my right side
So continue to hide as I abide

Buttress got pilgrims by the millions
Recruiting em while ya losing em
On my way to Jerusalem

Buttress got pilgrims by the millions
Recruiting em while ya losing em
On my way to Jerusalem

He spoke to me
Said, "Bethany, go down to Gethsemane"
What he said made the breath in me froze
Instantly old Methusaleh
"Father, let this cup pass me
I can't do what you ask me
I refuse and you're abusing the truths that we told"
And with those musings turned to gold
Transfigured in the vineyard
Thoughts inward, descended, chose to roam
Retreated to Eden, where I've been
Eating locust, smoking dope and quietly focusin
Cause I know I was sent to deliver ya'll from Nineveh
But ya'll chose to dissent, and now ya' sins is unforgivable
Crossed Goshen, took boats on the ocean with pilgrims
Transposing they poems of devotion
Getting praise for days as I'm showing 'em my ways
Then faster than the rapture, reign plaque and disaster for days
(But blessed be the meek) Nah, don't need 'em
Dogs licking up they blood from the streets, we destroying the weak
Slaying beats for the people, not evil, what I speak
Turn the wackness into sackcloth and ashes
They wanna call me hateful but I'm callin 'em ungrateful