deadcrow - gee-zus lyrics
[verse: deadcrow]
its time to get literal with the lyrical
little do y’all know, i’ve been deadcrow since the umbilical
thoughts is cynical, physical actions far worse
tried to find the spiritual, now i’m darth vader in star wars
blowing shot guns through sky to make stars burst
& every day you find me high, chewing on some starbursts
my clock works in opposite, late night looking for some cops to p-ss offffffffff, when pot is lit
a street occupant, teller of the ocular
write what i see from front row seats, no binoculars
& you, you write it because its popular
but when the cops came popping ya, you sang it like in opera
the holy trinity, word, d-ck & my genitals
i put em on a pedestal, my street credit is credible
kept my mouth shut, real gs in move silence
& don’t move a foot when we hear f-cking sirens
back in the motherland residing
for simply for providing, vitamins to tyrants
time to get literal with the lyrical
here in the physical, mental is metaphysical
address me as a mystical creature when i run into you
suppressing all the biblical preachers when in run into fools
raw & uncut, no hooks or interludes
like when my d-cks up in c-nt with my seeds in her inner tubes
i do this for the people, f-ck the fame & interviews
brains never misconstrued, aiming for the pinnacle
i’m causing ruckus once my hand clutches the dutches
& n-ggas that puff with, we roll it up in public
creeper that you suspect, deeper when i’m upset
grab your girl & beat her in a beater at a club set
n-gga what is success? id say i’m successful
got kicked out the us & now i live less stressful
pockets are more cess full & crew be like a cesspool
& i don’t know if ima be alive for the next pull
just tell my mom i won’t make it
pray to god that he take it, control of his soul in the naked
its time to get physical with the lyrical
hang you with the little cord, hanging from where i record
ski mask so that i’m ignored, flee back in a black accord
witnesses claim to see the body of manticore
just another 40 poured & another blunt rolled
what he gets for running towards, tryna meet his funds goal
tryna get his molars & the rims of his motor
to match the colour of dakotas hair, sitting in the front row
but deadcrow be on the opposite
money ain’t so prominent nor is what to shop with it
weed fills the esophagus, & love fills the soul
the temple is the mental, & all three make me whole
i’m rapping for the b-tches & a visa to ibiza
sit back & ponder visions, rolling reefer, eating pizza
i got a larger mission than what they sell us when they please us
& f-ck your sunday teachers, but n-gga i need jesus
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