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Half Way Through Psalms 1Now I've been workin' like a slave, perfectin' my linesMakin' sure this automatic flow can blow your fuckin' 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 thinkin' Lord that's my only goal My rhymes are contortionist analytical torture Could stab and slash your aorta while smokin' 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 thinkin' 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 stoppin' 'til I reach the fuckin precipice Sayin' my Hail Mary's I'm spiritually invested Puttin' scriptures together I'm craftin' '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 weepin' from the pain of crucifixion But the loss of innocence within the truth that he had givin' 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 thinkin' 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, spittin' the sickest ignorance Illegal drug smoke is engulfed in my own chest Another breath and Imma visit Pope Benedict in the flesh Strategizin' in the Vatican to start a new religion That feelin' they needed, they want it, I seen it Said open your cart so you can receive it I'm spittin' the truth and I hope you believe it I write on the page 'til the paper is bleedin' I'm hopin' my prophecies come to fruition I murder all men, man I kill competition I'm breakin' 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 bumpin' 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 guessin' 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 |