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| 7. My Pontification |
Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
everday have i sought after gold green and the fame wit it
known giant thugs who pitch drugs for cheese, and insane midgets
so many names cuz when i spit it, different flames in it
like the universe from white to blue, i'm insane spittin
a multitude of colors cloud my thoughts and drowns my heart
into a black hole then my mouth rolls wit sharp sounds of darts
that pierce brains and the targets feel my pain and hunga
no danger, just scary noise followed by lighting when my flame thundas
the lame wonda how I can see thru the game's blunda
brave and unscathed walkin thru hate blades and grave summas
i shall tell you my secrets,kid i'm quellin these thiefs wit
insight, meditated for ten nights, slayin devils wit leaflets
never disheveled, since my mind is on a level where peace shifts
unneccesary to prime, calm wit no reverend to speak with
devoted to only attonement, and it's heaven i'm seekin
my first style, is earth's child, and what my replicas eat with
where conceit drifts, only an image for cheap scripts
green tea is where i seek sips, weed spliffs no cheap tricks
i excrete myths from my thoughts let facts drip from my flesh
every burden becomes light as a kiss on my chest
this grace created passsion, as if it licked on my neck
no need to cover my back, while real yall zip up a vest
i give up the rep, except to elevate to omnipotent
i've eatin, digested, sat on the toilet, i'm passed the simple shit
now my depiction is, the right hand of the right hand throned figure
who walked the earth when the jewish law was to stone figures
who were prone to commit acts equal to 05's blown triggas
prime flow bigger, eyes closed, hands clasped, unshown vigor
no need to make work for any man who's a lone digger
for graves, not born wit it, but bud like flowers to my grown splendor
::Hook::
as the earth turns and the tides rise
i find my mind elevated in these high tides and hot times
to an essence where hot hides and cold drifts
i'm balanced like a scale when i drop lines writin scrolls wit
a knowledge that is based in heaven wit the seal of my new name
new age, prime droppin new flames, in a new gauge
it's just a level, tune your blocks to my station
please bare witness, no flare wit it, it's my pontification
every dog has it's day, we all know that death is certain
thru my deeds i deem it be a blessin that i'm cursed with
as i disperse this craft written, miracles called birth scripts
with the guidance of the most highest god that i'm pertched wit
a sword and a book, a skin shell to absorb any hook
the power to turn pawns to followers annoy any rook
wit my bishops i'm out to prove faith and tour any brook
from the atlantic ocean it's circular segements and the core of its crooks
most adore me and look to be bestowed wit love and respect
yet thier in a dance of danger too many clubbin wit tekks
a shrub no not yet, a thorne, a calf, cub or a cres
-cent moon, just half the potential still buggin off sex
don't know hard work or dedication, never struggled off checks
and they'd rather play second fiddle, flex, and grub off the next
man's work, see i seek similar to seeds for water and ultraviolet rays
to write in a legend's steeze like bob marley after smokin pounds of haze
buffalo soldier, redemption songs for hounds in graves
not the physical, spirtual, lyrical make scoundrels pay
i found each day to be a steppin stone thru experience i teach me lessons homes
take heed of my elders words, fess up the truth and never stress the drones
who mechanically eject thought for life and crash their neck to a canopy
same as goose on top gun, pop lungs, fuck micro got knowledge in nano's see
it's futile, bananas b, try your hand to damage me
i'm on a level where i got much cushion, cooler than sandwhich meat
only gods wrath can sandwhich me, the vision is more clear
i swallow titanium swords, bullets and shatter bones in warfare
as the earth turns and the tides rise
i find my mind elevated in these high tides and hot times
to an essence where hot hides and cold drifts
i'm balanced like a scale when i drop lines writin scrolls wit
a knowledge that is based in heaven wit the seal of my new name
new age, prime droppin new flames, in a new gauge
it's just a level, tune your blocks to my station
please bare witness, no flare wit it, it's my pontification
::Hook::
as the earth turns and the tides rise
i find my mind elevated in these high tides and hot times
to an essence where hot hides and cold drifts
i'm balanced like a scale when i drop lines writin scrolls wit
a knowledge that is based in heaven wit the seal of my new name
new age, prime droppin new flames, in a new gauge
it's just a level, tune your blocks to my station
please bare witness, no flare wit it, it's my pontification
For the Tetragrammaton
Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records
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