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chino xl & stu bangas - god's carpenter lyrics

[intro]
+yo. d+mn. yo, what you building? d+mn! how long you been doing this? it’s crazy!
+man, i don’t know what i’m building. i just know i’m building it

[verse 1]
i’m an ancient author, erecting a monolith
a stark monster that they can’t conquer
bleeding stigmata with my palms punctured
standing next to jesus, i could’ve (pilate’d/piloted) pontius
vomited violent promises at the sky with religious aeronautics
leave no markers where where my burial plot is
rotten carcasses where the carving ?cartridge?
of the awful artists try’na solve my own sort of catharsis
charging through my many mental muddy marshes
what my bl++dy pen’s involved with
scribbled an epitaph, so caution! (i’m trying)
hereditary sorcerеrs where the awkward thoughts еxist
they’re the fortresses of the metamorphosis
relic inside the dawn and mist (prayers)
automatic, autonomous, formless formulas, moral is
more or less oral ornamented tortured tournament
torn in bits in front of an audience
i’m in god’s lumber yard, stone cutter, mason, machinist
master woodsman builder with the sk!llset that is set to the zenith
the sacred geometry built through a portal of mortal astronomy
heaven’s prodigy, hopin’ that the earth don’t open up to swallow me, n+gga
[chorus]
lord, i survived so many storms
but right now i’m barely holding on
god, please, don’t, let, me, die, tonight
god’s carpenter
deep in the dark with just a pen and pad
it isn’t much but it is all i have
god, please, don’t, let, me, die, tonight
god’s carpenter

[verse 2]
you better bow down if you still doubt
i cause more murders than god if the bible had a k!ll count
i invented this type of vivid lyrics
you could write a 16 bar and spit it
and i could write infinite bars about what was wrong with it
i’m an incredible writing specimen
an intellectual version of a runway model
meaning for what i do i was born the perfect accident (tell ’em)
sh+t, or maybe my mind is cursed
from massacring entire forests, the earth
cause of modern climate, this surge
for me to write a violent verse (lot of paper)
opinion’s the only thing you’ve ever contributed to the culture
chino logo keloided on my back from the many knife punctures
microphone shrapnel, shred into a cross sculpture
smelling the scent of revolt and sold for idolizing rotten soldiers
poachers, these sullen vultures do promotion in the backrooms
leaving ?rap room? by the infusion of money+chasing baboons
i plan to be exiting mad soon
the only thing that’s more of a waste of ink
than the sh+t that you’ve written and turned into tunes
is them sh+tty face tattoos (that’s that sh+t, n+gga)
[chorus]
lord, i survived so many storms
but right now i’m barely holding on
god, please, don’t, let, me, die, tonight
god’s carpenter
deep in the dark with just a pen and pad
it isn’t much but it is all i have
god, please, don’t, let, me, die, tonight
god’s carpenter

[verse 3]
it’s tragic, my color poet palette fabric so passionate
compared to these basic rappers
that could ever match wits with if they get casketed
i’m not fascinated, they just got more accolades, actually
they all screen queens like jamie lee curtis
with an oscar’s over angela bassett, it’s blasphemous
baptizing you in god’s water like poseidon
my words are a refuge that my listeners can
actually physically hide in (you feel me?)
branded a villain, got you feeling the whole vibe in
oceanic environment, spilling got you ready to dive in
god willing i’m silent but i gotta describe it
i’m earning an earnest pay like earnest hemingway
stranded on the kurdish island
with only a pen and peeled palm tree bark to scribe with
provocative and obstinate, bottomless novelist
your (work weak / workweek), so this is my shift (it’s crazy!)
sign right outside of my cave say “don’t feed the beast”
pages get splashed with pain from my brain when stu is feeding it beats (g+nius)
you beseeched the heavens for the lyrical levels that i’ve reached
and everyone hails k!ller whales till we drown, fail or get beached (real sh+t!)
i see an enemy, i sting ’em like a sea anemone in aquarium
that an aquatic biologist acquired and decided to keep
i’m known for swimming in the deep
i’m modest but my cod is sleek
been demolishing ?your inferior d+mn? product
way before even dropping +kreep+ (classic sh+t)
you mad at people that hate rap but only listen to me
f+ck onlyfans, you can see mad p+ssy in your mirror for free
god’s carpenter, where i documented my pain
noah was a conspiracy theorist, but then it started to rain
[outro]
on your journey to your highest self, you may not return that which has been gifted to you. however, you must strip and refine until anger has been bled and your purest love life shines. this can be messy and dangerous, and i would never lie to you and tell you that it’s painless, but for the god inside and outside of you, this is your work: to destroy, to build, to discover and embrace your most magnificent self. my love, breathe! breathe, my love! these are the gems i gave to him and so i give them to you. when he aligned, he closed his eyes, whispered to the heavens, “i am home,” and began to build

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