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Blessed by the Simurgh


Look up when you talking to me, otherwise the soundwaves might not travel fully

You being this small in this medium doens't help communicating with someone this large and unruly

But if you really want a lesson, then tell me who you think you stressing?

I'm the king, I'm the one they gunning for, I been blessed by the simurgh

I'm the ancient Russians repelling the Mongol Golden Horde

I'm the closest thing to Heracles, a myth in human form

I'm the one greeting oppurtunity when it's knocking on the door

Halfway between a prophet and a soldier of the Lord

Son of man and of God, yet my halves still conform

Cohort on lock, and He's the only One I dare report

So when theaten with the beamers, extensions, and 9's

Do you think that would cause me to consider batting an eye?

Go ahead though, call up the police, SWAT team, national guard, calvary, secret service, spec ops, delta force, marine corps

Don't matter how many groups you got on dial, you're gonna end needing more

See, the main difference between us is the illusion of control

How you going to let something you don't have dictate your role

When I know because I don't have it, I'm on His timeroll

See I'll...

 

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