Put your light, put your lighters up
Put your light, put your light, put your lighters up
For the, for the, for the king
The king of, for the, for the king of
[Hook]
The land of no religion
Killing rappers with precision
As Jesus fidgets, I'm counting digits
Niggas listen, God's music is subliminal
A nigga like this is 'finna blow
He's hungry, let's see how far his motherfucking dinner goes
[Verse 1]
It's the Illuminati body possessed winged body with flesh
In his formal hoodie and sweats, having gold teeth niggas impressed
Smoking only grade A as if he was working on passing a grade
Js and Glocks as attire, Black Smoke working on passing the weight
Nigga pass me the K, it goes along with this Bible verse
And matches this uzi burst, we ain't stacking, we use our verbs to curse
Entwined in words, hoping rhymes don't get worse
Spitting blasphemous, with pious thoughts, whatever defines you is cursed
You're defined by your first, and remembered for your last
So will you rap for cash, or for irrational thoughts of the mass
I bow my head in mass, so does that make me any more than a mask?
I fucking curse you all in Jesus's name after kissing the church's ass
Smoking on that hash, I wish my thoughts were rational
Dividing up the skill level will only get you a fractional
Shit I want a gold chain, not just because it's fashionable
Give a fuck what them faggots pull, barely dab-able, their best shit is laughable
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The land of no religion
Killing rappers with precision
As Jesus fidgets, I'm counting digits
Niggas listen, God's music's subliminal
(It's subliminal)
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
We've been beat down, blood flowing out of our noses
Oppressed by weapons suppressed, in Styx and barely floating
A gold coating on weapons its dressed, bullet out the pipe and I'm gloating
Bullets wasted on snitches, these mice are barely noted
In elite forces, marching towards us, we barely notice
Our minds demoted, chakras been frozen, let that ring through your colon
Let your commandments be stolen, right under your nose
A black youth raised with no particular goals
This is the way it goes, new slaves in this new age, they've torn my soul
A new day, a new haze, the winter's cold
Colder than our idol worship for cash, these weapons are fast
Lost in the past, lost in the smoke, bodies in rash
Back ducking and running fast, never mind the trials I've past
I've seen the Devil plant his people and dash
In presidents, in the present it's evil, he laughs
People oblivious sinking in cash, they don't notice the middle finger pointed at the mass
But they notice the righteous singer
Who sings about God and his light, their bodies linger
Swaying in a daze, lost in these days, lost in this ringer
In still fame, I hear God's name, but I'm still named the king of
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