Текст песни Jus Allah - Chessking
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Yo, yo, yo[Jus Allah]I have sublime comprehensionDivine InterventionMy enzymes studied by the minds at PrincetonTo figure my design would divide the ChristiansComplete TruthBrothers been deprived of listeningA secret OdysseyUngodly, Cursing ProphecyReading Verses That will Preach a DemonolgyI speak scholarlyLord vainRequire more brainThan your physically ordained to containI`m on the next planeWhere everything exists one and the sameWhere pleasure is painAnd never rainsI seen what you fearI`ve passed beyond thatThe things that give you tearsI have laughed and yawned atYour fucking heart tastes so weak and rankI have to eat dog food just to keep my strengthAnd my doors wide open for anybody that wants someBut I don`t even live inside a house, I haunt one!*scratches[Jus Allah]I`m a prizeFBI want me aliveThey found the cold morgue and fliesI told em to drivefall through knives till every single part of you diesCouldn`t figure my designs If you started at 5Defend for youself, you`d be broken in tearsYou fool you could probably pull rope through your earsYou sweat coldGraphed in original web-toedMy mind in the physical mode would explodeIf what i knew spread round the globeThey`d start measuring my head for a crown of goldYour weak soul is trying to climb a greased poleIn a deepest holeDefeating man at his peakest roleAnd seek to read my power for its evil useBut I can see the truthI can teach Greek to beetlejuiceI`m high as fucking hypodermic needle useI`ll even fucking piss in your mouth, give you legal proof*scratches[Jus Allah]I`m the chess kingThe difference between boxing and wrestlingKnowing you guessingOnly y`all stand opressingBeing of supreme measuringUnquestioningYou`re not anything, I am everythingYou second stringTo go against a much advanced mindYour dumb, you wash your hands before you eat swineSimple cavemen too dense to even talk to usThere ain`t an idea in his head I haven`t thought ofYou thin skulled, a numbskullMy skins goldMore valuable than yours ten foldRepute! from now is the day of reckoningThe truth shall sound so loud its defeaningNever will you come n overpower my wordsMy unploughed dirt will grow the last flowers of earthIn the last hours of mirth, I`ll be left to laugh at itWatching how the walls of space collapses on these savagesEvil parishes, disappearing in its own parrellsProving ignorance is erroneousI was chosen to write the future as the lord saidWouldn`t be surprised at waking with an eye in my forehead*scratches