It is written
We stand between God and the devil
We say we turn our backs on the evils
But we’re acting as willing shields for demon’s whims
It sorta looks like we teamed-up
When really we’re just tryna get our cream up
Said if I could make it here
Where niggas never learned to share
I could make it anywhere
I don’t wanna hand it to myself so I’ll be candid
I deserve the accolada, I demand it
And that’s
cuz I kill em all and I stay
Right on top of what I slay
I don’t care for my prey
Disrespect I might pay
But I say to you, love your enemies,
Above all, love how they fill cemeteries
bless those who curse you, they should get a verse or two
do good to those who hate you
The irresponsible fools tryna unmake you
and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you
Yea, be
Be like I own this
I own this
I own this
That twelve car garage where my home is
Depart to the party with all of my homies
We roll up in Rolls and roll out with the Rollie’s
Deep pockets, big rockets
Bout to blast off
Life designer, ocean liner
Bout to cast off
They’re calling me the...
The least expected of beasts
The most unrepentant of the east
It’s the CyX
It was written like God’s word
Let there be Rap
Of the grade of Duckworth
Be the Beat Slayer like The Seeker with the sword of truth
The verbal boot kicks ass in the march for eternal youth
Immortalized by the booth
Shoot
We stand between God and the devil
But I’m just tryna stack my bezels
Take it back to the hood so my fam can go up a couple levels
Keep the rhythm unpredictable, it’s all fun and games
But we play in the mad city
Pity’s only for the tame
Such a shame you most of us don’t get a taste of the fame but I’m pretty sure we all couldn’t handle it the same
Can’t wait till they realize real art only actualizes from the act of fighting all the pressure that surrounds you
Cuz it crystallizes
Makes you pull out the big guns, the new devices
Bout time you up the measures
Haters do not really hate you.
They hate themselves because you're the reflection of what they wish to be. ✌️
The issue is, they gon’ try to recreate you
In their image, ain’t no damage cuz that’s still ish to me
To spit with me, you gotta get rid of that halitosis
Cuz you getting this close is giving me doses of things my very nature opposes
I’m a theoretical monopole but still the coldest
Shit done froze, did you notice?
(It was written like God’s word)
The time is fulfilled
The future revealed
and the kingdom of X is at hand.
(Of the grade of Duckworth)
Do this while you live
Repent and believe
in the gospel.
Or who knows where you’ll land
(with the sword of truth)
Cut through the lies and you’ll find that the light still lies deep inside with you
(Immortality.. )
You really shouldn’t be surprised by my rise
I’ll never be a fatality
Might lack humility
Only God can touch me so in your eyes
I might as well just be a poltergeist
Sip from the poultice that my soul provides
Big mistake, you can’t make me
Pull up in a wraith, you can’t race me
I just write a verse for the kids
A dirge
I live on the edge,
I live on the lid
a jar
I live off the grid
Look what took the roof, a bar
Anyone witnessing’s
bout to be X to me
With x’s for eyes, you’ll see what the lesson be
Wavy like the god of the tides
When all you see is blue, you know where I reside
But you know I ain’t a merman, this lion’s got his pride
Perilous hideous thoughts steady on my mind, viciously defined
Gotta get what’s mine, fuck waiting in line
The benefits of stacking that paper, nigga raise yours
The hood gotta fit before we pull a caper, gotta erase scores
Cuz on these floors there’s no discourse
Either boujee bitches or they piss poor
What else a nigga gotta live for
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