King of the fu, I'm killing killers without the tool
Villain Nîggas crackers who wack the back of my ratchet past
Times I laugh, thinking there be a day where we never beg
Truth is dead, loopin in stupid spoof that invade the head
Murders for funds from quarter waters to guns
Observing the young, Nîggas with father figures that run
I mirror the sun, even when you cheating I won
Seeking leisure, it's hard to achieve when you need a breather
Wild thinker, I strike wit the force of a thousand Incas
I was lost, in confusion the words of dying preacher
Streets sweepers, battles unraveled from lacking teachers
Packing pieces, demons eager to blast yo ass back to Jesus
Capitalist habits they ravished the famished Africans
Last bag of rice, ghetto laboratories full of mice
Cheese stealer niggas use a pistol for ya sacrifice
Heart is like bag of ice, snatch ya dice
War outside, no Independence to that door outside
They locked my mind, poison wit the noise outside
Subconsciously, niggas scared of them boys outside
Now we carry toys, never felt the joy inside
It runs deep, cane and Abel I'm letting the sheep sleep
Been awake for years, watching the ignorance of my closet peers
The skys Fallen yo the end is near
Call on ya religion just to realize it's false when you disappear
I'm well aware my every thought is the sharpest spear
Careful wit my mental plane it can cause an Awkward year
The television programming what ya melon visit
Every felon had a reason, victim of a wicked system
The powers clash over currency, world supremacy
Earth burned down, was planned out deliberately
I may not live, what the f*ck
Ja'king the Divine - SEVEN RONIN Lyrics
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King of the fu, I'm killing killers without the tool
Villain Nîggas crackers who wack the back of my ratchet past
Times I laugh, thinking there be a day where we never beg
Truth is dead, loopin in stupid spoof that invade the head
Murders for funds from quarter waters to guns
Observing the young, Nîggas with father figures that run
I mirror the sun, even when you cheating I won
Seeking leisure, it's hard to achieve when you need a breather
Wild thinker, I strike wit the force of a thousand Incas
I was lost, in confusion the words of dying preacher
Streets sweepers, battles unraveled from lacking teachers
Packing pieces, demons eager to blast yo ass back to Jesus
Capitalist habits they ravished the famished Africans
Last bag of rice, ghetto laboratories full of mice
Cheese stealer niggas use a pistol for ya sacrifice
Heart is like bag of ice, snatch ya dice
War outside, no Independence to that door outside
They locked my mind, poison wit the noise outside
Subconsciously, niggas scared of them boys outside
Now we carry toys, never felt the joy inside
It runs deep, cane and Abel I'm letting the sheep sleep
Been awake for years, watching the ignorance of my closet peers
The skys Fallen yo the end is near
Call on ya religion just to realize it's false when you disappear
I'm well aware my every thought is the sharpest spear
Careful wit my mental plane it can cause an Awkward year
The television programming what ya melon visit
Every felon had a reason, victim of a wicked system
The powers clash over currency, world supremacy
Earth burned down, was planned out deliberately
I may not live, what the f*ck
Villain Nîggas crackers who wack the back of my ratchet past
Times I laugh, thinking there be a day where we never beg
Truth is dead, loopin in stupid spoof that invade the head
Murders for funds from quarter waters to guns
Observing the young, Nîggas with father figures that run
I mirror the sun, even when you cheating I won
Seeking leisure, it's hard to achieve when you need a breather
Wild thinker, I strike wit the force of a thousand Incas
I was lost, in confusion the words of dying preacher
Streets sweepers, battles unraveled from lacking teachers
Packing pieces, demons eager to blast yo ass back to Jesus
Capitalist habits they ravished the famished Africans
Last bag of rice, ghetto laboratories full of mice
Cheese stealer niggas use a pistol for ya sacrifice
Heart is like bag of ice, snatch ya dice
War outside, no Independence to that door outside
They locked my mind, poison wit the noise outside
Subconsciously, niggas scared of them boys outside
Now we carry toys, never felt the joy inside
It runs deep, cane and Abel I'm letting the sheep sleep
Been awake for years, watching the ignorance of my closet peers
The skys Fallen yo the end is near
Call on ya religion just to realize it's false when you disappear
I'm well aware my every thought is the sharpest spear
Careful wit my mental plane it can cause an Awkward year
The television programming what ya melon visit
Every felon had a reason, victim of a wicked system
The powers clash over currency, world supremacy
Earth burned down, was planned out deliberately
I may not live, what the f*ck
Writer: Christopher Goodwin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid