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chuck mason - where’s god? lyrics

[verse1: chuck mason]
jesus walked on water, trans+atlantic slave trade
caesar borgia crucified on the churches’ stained window glass
chalice runneth over, my cup runneth over
hallelujah, thank you, traitor judas, greed for silver pieces, thirty pieces
free my mind, free my soul, tribe of judah, son of man
melanated yehshuah, birthed just north of motherland
stand atop of babylonian towers, the world is mine as i claim it
self+affirmations, sayin’, hear me prayin’
peace god. i’m just a sinner, god
hoppin’ out of synagogues
lookin’ quite schizophrenic, while i’m talking to my inner god
crucifixes and noosеs from poplars ‘s why my n+ggas burn trees
so ku kluxes inside of cop cars can’t put our necks whеre knots are
ironically, these chains are like chains they keep us enslaved
so we pray to a god pictured like slave
masters without a bachelors, a grand verbalizer
i’m headed to the east blackwards, that’s for my ogs
so i see god in my reflection, god in my perfection
an isis for osiris, she see god in my erection
my all seeing eye of ra vision needs no correction
i wanna see the devil clear, headed in my direction
my flow wetter than holy water, heart filled with aggression
and divine knowledge of self only derives from introspection
cap and gown for my 120° thought i mastered every lesson
but i learned each tribulation turns a blessin’, i’m god
[chorus: golde p]
we climbin’ up mt. olympus, we searched the valleys of kemet
these n+ggas been actin’ timid, where’s god
you kept your nose in them scriptures and renaissance+era pictures
islamic literature, ahy ain’t that odd
n0body ain’t never told us this road was ’bout to be easy
believe me, we pushin’ on for the squad
we practicin’ what we preachin’, the heathens teachin’ the deacons
in a city full of angels, where’s god

[verse 2: chuck mason]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
assalaam alayk+m alayk+m assalaam
in napghanistan with these terrorists
praise god that we alive
allahu akbar, ain’t a devil alive that can stop me
fez and scimitar the n0ble chaile melassie
woo! i turn agua to carlo rossi
woo! turn disciples out of my posse
million dollar man the young black ted dibiase
third eye visions keen, i ask you, do you see what i see
they murder gods and imprison kings
systematic transformation of a deity to a lesser being
they pillage earths and they conquer queens
that when inspecting their reflection, they can’t find who they were meant to be
mental instability, of coming face to face
with the master who had enslaved him, was himself
this sh+t’s hard to face
notably remains unscathed
could try to find religion past his inhibitions
sinners seem closer to god than saints (yeah)
tainted image of what god ain’t
to perpetuate oppressive submission to make you think
that you less than regal or your complexion just makes you less than equal
olive branch in beaks of desert eagles, i’m god
[chorus: golde p]
we climbin’ up mt. olympus, we searched the valleys of kemet
these n+ggas been actin’ timid, where’s god
you kept your nose in them scriptures and renaissance+era pictures
islamic literature, ahy ain’t that odd
n0body ain’t never told us this road was ’bout to be easy
believe me, we pushin’ on for the squad
we practicin’ what we preachin’, the heathens teachin’ the deacons
in a city full of angels, where’s god

- chuck mason lyrics

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