Shoulder I (Blessed) [J. Cole]
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 ruly
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 threaten 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 even though I lack it, to Him I obey and extol
See I'll bet 50 G's that I don't have that your whole conglomerate will end up in toe tags
Zero feet under, and disfigured with no caskets
No amount of heavy artillery firing/fighting will prevent all the raw corpse sightings
Fine then, one last chance before we regress to all out war, to try and figure out what you started this for
Because me? I'm armed to the teeth, all I need's a bandana and three swords
You? Fresh out of luck like you cleared inventory at the store
No surprise, when I asked what it was all for, you down a list of every dark horse:
Greed, envy, wrath, and of course gluttony
Motivated by all those sins, but something's still stumping me:
'How you think seven's better than nine?', I ask with a preemptive 'please'
You say 'Enough questions, now you answer something for me:'
'What was the whole point of this rap dog? Your points are weak, I'm getting tired, they're inducing sleep'
'And what fuels you, since you're so quick to jump on the core ideals that fuel me?'
I just leave you with 2 scriptures "Isaiah 54:17, and Galations 5:22-23"
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