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lirik lagu infinite knowledge - palm sunday

in the beginning god created the heaven and the earth
and the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep
and the spirit of god moved upon the face of the waters
and god said, let there be light!

chorus
i’m the motherf-cking dom perignon magic don juan with a long dong(rappers now
sucking -ss)
have your motherf-cking ace long gone, on the way to hong kong
eating nothing but shlong from dusk till dawn(these rappers phony thinking this craft is all
about the cheese macaroni)
respect me love me, and if you a bad b-tch f-ck me
where’s my motherf-cking rose petals
my b-tches stilettos shouldn’t be touching the ghetto(rappers now sucking -ss)
you ain’t nothing but dookie compared to my -ss
i should wipe it with your cash, you ain’t in my cl-ss(hallelujah praise be to my medulla
oblongata)
come and get stepped on like a jewish wedding piece of gl-ss

lay the palm leaves i’m arriving on a donkey
i always been the king since my mother felt me crown
build yourself an arc while i’m flowing you will drown
don’t call me out my name to you i am your majesty
y’all just ain’t recognize cause i ain’t come out all lavishly
born in the danger of the coup of aristide
poorest f-cking country in the western hemisphere
moved to the states when i was seven or eight
probably mostly cause mom and dad couldn’t relate
but now its more apparent that its so i could be great
so i fulfill the prophesy
of that rapper that’s just gotta be
the holiest of holies
many called themselves the one but all of them are phonies
i am the blueprint i am the original
without me there’s no lyrical without me there’s no flow
hip hop is lost without me like the boat that couldn’t row

chorus
you motherf-cking bozos gotta be loco, to think you could f-ck with a player that’s photogenic
like me(rappers now sucking -ss)
i’m the motherf-cking spike lee, spitting movie scenes(these rappers phony thinking this
craft is all about the cheese macaroni)
this the beginning of a true regime, i’m the motherf-cking czar the pharaoh the ayatollah
all you motherf-cking haters can die painfully from ebola(rappers now sucking -ss)
exalt me praise me, my breath smells like daisies, excuses for losers f-ck you pay
me(hallelujah praise be to my medulla oblongata)
you ain’t my dawg dog you could all catch rabies and p-ss it to your babies

in the beginning was the rhymes, and the rhymes was with god
and the rhymes was god
with a cosmologic verse i created all the stars
i united all the verses and created universe
and to find someone to battle i created you and her
i put you in the garden, and then you bit my sh-t and for that i have no pardon
but its all good cause i’d rather rhyme with martians
they all spit like they’re starving
2pac biggie big pun and big l
i took em all away but no they ain’t in h-ll
they all in seventh heaven where the dopest painters dwell
van gogh da vinci renoir basquiat
so if you think your nice, well simply nah you’re not
you don’t have a present for mcing at its essence
or you would be in my presence
and not rapping for these peasants
but now i’ve come to you just to show you what to do
cause only kendrick has a clue

chorus
can’t n0body motherf-cking stop me, i’m so motherf-cking c-cky(rappers now sucking -ss)
cause my c-ck be the motherf-cking size of the mountains of rocky
king me crown me, his imperial majesty(these rappers phony thinking this craft is all about
the cheese macaroni)
anoint me bow to me, shove a cactus up your -ss if you motherf-cking doubted me
kiss my motherf-cking ring suck my motherf-cking toes(rappers now sucking -ss)
hope your motherf-cking fathers six hundred and sixty six generations motherf-cking old
are all burning in h-ll for selling your motherf-cking souls(hallelujah praise be to my
medulla oblongata)

my voice roars like thunder on the brightest of the mics
the eleventh commandment is thou shalt not ever bite
tap into the light like ben franklin with a kite
and get shocked by the lightning in the penmanship i write
the illuminated one, i got more brilliant bars then rays of the sun
when you’re thinking that i’m done, that’s when i just begun
there’s 8 phases this is only just one
this is half -ss this is first quarter moon
don’t let me in the booth when i’m full from eating shrooms
i don’t play scrabble i decipher constellations
been the sh-t since the womb like 9 months of constipation
i’m swimming in her mind when your wife is m-st-rbating
and you worship me in yours that’s why you started hatin
you used to be an angel and now your just satan
you were never real you were just fakin

- lirik lagu infinite knowledge

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