Session one, patient C. Smith, August 8th, 12:30 AM
It is clear in the present Gospels which we now have
That claims to be the Son of Man, the Son of God
The Messiah, but notice all these different titles
Hmm, so you questionin' me, huh? (Why was
The man who preached peace crucified?)
Where we at?
For the preceding three years, he had
Been a preacher in the countryside
Word had also spread of his miraculous powers of
Healing, and his following had been growing steadily
They don't understand where I'm at
Did a political agenda, perhaps a revolutionary
One, bring him to the center of power?
Word is this album too deep for them
Thirty-three and a third, he be the living word
One verse live longer than the phoenix bird
They said Barack is half white, the Anti-Christ
Was he white or Jeremiah Wright?
Last night was a FEMA strike
Insomnia, I hold my nina tight
My DNA be a Israelite
Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
I wake up inside the Virgin Mary
It's Melchizedek inside her belly
Black Niccolò Machiavelli
Ready by all means necessary
It's now deadly in the sanctuary
Had to throw away my Blackberry
Being followed by their military
For every dead revolutionary
False prophets, your time is over
Before the God's son signed to Hova
We was controllers of this rap culture
My last supper's at the Passover
Judas make me keep the gat closer
In the UFO Testarossa
I'ma coast to coast, uh
This ain't your war, Buffalo Soldier
We could build to move planets over
Or we could take it out the holsters
However y'all wan' do it
Light up a bush of that medical kush
Push record on that Pro Tools board, this is history books
They overlook not knowing I'm ill as Sam Cooke
They complain if it ain't the same auto-tune hooks
Light up a bush of that medical kush
Push record on that Pro Tools board, this is history books
They overlook not knowing I'm ill as Sam Cooke
They complain if it ain't the same auto-tune hook
Passports and visas, airports must report to FEMA
Back to Paris on them one-seaters
A sixteen is worth Mona Lisa
I turn a jail cell to yeshivas
Go have a seizure like Julia Caesar
My hat tilted for the scale of Libra
Eric B. and Rakim, follow the leader
Since I was a nine millimeter
And I ain't gotta be famous either
And my ether still on Uranus
Brothers I love, they done turned to haters
They all Judas so I gave them hangers
You Hindus, they don't want the angus
I'm in PA in the shooting ranges
Coffee shop with the newest hazes
It's Star Wars without Ronald Reagan
And I'm a legend, rap Larry Davis
Shooting at anything that's pagan
Stair echoes, no Kevin Bacon
You see ghettos when you first awaken (Wake up, wake up)
Dead souls, no education
Apocalypse Now, Revelation
Off of that kush that was medication
I seen my friends turn two-faced and
Run on tracks like Walter Payton (Why?)
Put some more bass in
Watch me kill it like Count Basie
Your label calling in for Dick Tracy
He spit crazy like it's off safety
Permanently so you won't erase me
You blaspheming, so you gotta face me (Haha, oh)
Any more questions for me? Oh
Light up a bush of that medical kush
Push record on that Pro Tools board, this is history books
They overlook not knowing I'm ill as Sam Cooke
They complain if it ain't the same auto-tune hooks
Light up a bush of that medical kush
Push record on that Pro Tools board, this is history books
They overlook not knowing I'm ill as Sam Cooke
They complain if it ain't the same auto-tune hook
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