Hallelujah when I do ya
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Verse One:
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Shit, I ain't never seen an angel, virgin bitches with halos
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But my secular metaphysical theology is fatal
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Because me with a mic cable is a religious experience in itself
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I got a message from God
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He said, "Don't even try to fuck with me," suckered reluctantly
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Carried the cross and uppercuts at Nazareth, I'm hazardous
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I speak to the heads and raise the dead like Lazarus
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Led the fucking lambs to the slaughter, and walked on water
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When it's frozen, in a crown of thorns, I'm on point
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like the unicorn in cuneiform, to bring rains
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to Desert Storm for 40 days and 39 nights
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So my cerebral flows flood the Earth with a, megahertz
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And the first shall be last and the last shall be first
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Reciting a biblical verse before I make your melon burst
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Like that nigga Jules from Pulp Fiction
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My salvation is salivation, and diction crucifixion
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"It's a blessing just to live another day," they say
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Because the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
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So my niggaz pray five times a day and still
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carry a trey-five-seven (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven)
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Chorus:
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(On the planet) Earth, it was my place of birth
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Born to be the sole controller, of the universe
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Drinking with the Lord and shoot dice with Christ
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Hitting seven, On Earth, As It Is In Heaven
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Verse Two:
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Feeling like a prophet, cause I be talking to a burning bush
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But I'm not knowing till I fornicated with the hoe and
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caught the claps so, my first communion consists of
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bread and wine and Doxycycline in one-hundred milligram capsules (Amen!)
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Let the commandments begin again
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Cause just like Moses on Mount Sinai, I broke all Ten
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For the believing, in the evening, when I covet my neighbor's wife
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I do dirt and get works to reap life, victimize
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and give us this day to make our daily bread
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Cause if I'm broke, I'm serving cavvy in Bethlehem
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Or selling my soul to Satan, six-figure record deal
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contagions, my religious denomination is B.C.-notes
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I be the coming like when Mary's water broke
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So let there be light, so niggaz can see I rock mics religiously
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Those who believe ye shall receive
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But non-believers, you niggaz doubt my existence like agnostics
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The hostile gospel, I apostle, with epistles from speaking in tongues,
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but God so loved the world and gave his only begotten Son
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to set it on niggaz, blowing backwards bastards to Kingdom Come
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And knowing the Judas in my crew
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So do unto others before they do unto you
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Like Rastas heads be dreadin
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Phoenetic armageddeon (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven)
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Chorus
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Scratched: MC Lyte rapping "Killing everybody in sight"
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Verse Three:
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I hit the planet like a plague
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The Book of Revelations, red dragon with ten horns and seven heads
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and seven crowns skills concealed until the Seventh Seal revealed
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to fulfill prophecy
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From B.C. to AC/DC radio receivers
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The messiah comes back igniting the fever in the rap world ends
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(The here-after) The three headed raptor, is after
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You hear the HemisFear trinity raps rap to your Babylonian environment
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Cause thou shalt not worship false idols
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Just like David guillotined Philistines, even God is homicidal
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Fucking these kids like Catholic priests after mass
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Pubic hair of lamb's wool, and feet of burned brass
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That I can put up in your platinum ass son
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Instead I arrive the Golden Child, every knee shall bow
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when the divine styler is speaking in parables
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Like old baptist churches I'm getting old bitches hysterical
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HALLELUJAH! Praise be to my medullah oblongotta
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not another nigga hotter, believe that Meshach
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The hip-hop martyr who sacrificed and gave my life
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But got 4Pac, so now I'm livin' a Thug Life in the afterlife
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Then I be walking through the pearly gates
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with an infrared scope ten millimeter heater (Why?)
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Cuz if my name ain't in the Book of Life I'm snuffing St. Peter
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Drinking the blood of Jesus Christ and pissing holy water
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no QUESTION who can come cleaner
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M-P-C plus M-I-C equals holy B-I-B-L-E to me
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Matrimony is getting head but I refuse to break bread
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| with Jezebels, my manage |
