Half Way Through Psalms 1

[Intro]
Now I've been workin' like a slave, perfectin' my lines
Makin' sure this automatic flow can blow your fuckin' mind

[Hook]
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
To change the way the people thinkin'
Lord that's my only goal

[Verse 1]
My rhymes are contortionist analytical torture
Could stab and slash your aorta while smokin' hash in the fortress
This metaphorical fortune for which I've rationed the portions
It's all aesthetically gorgeous priority it's important
I'm simulating intercourse with the sound of my recordings
While stimulating your mind not confine do in support
It's the pen is my lifeline thy mind soul and my body
The teachings of Helter Skelter, the violence of kamikazes
But I try to preach peace when I speak like Mahatma Gandhi
The hierarchy of rap and my concepts are impeccable
Flow is highly respectable, do it like a professional
Repentance for my sins, like I stepped in a confessional
Pray for me

[Bridge]
Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers
But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night
He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers

[Hook]
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
To change the way the people thinkin'
Lord that's my only goal

[Verse 2]
Fuck a platinum plaque, bitch I want some monuments
A sacrificial concubine with 12 o' clock masters
A masters and doctorate for the bastards that I've indoctrinated
Spit the body of Christ, you sip it, you feel intoxicated
Now I ain't stoppin' 'til I reach the fuckin precipice
Sayin' my Hail Mary's I'm spiritually invested
Puttin' scriptures together, I'm craftin' 'em with some message
This blasphemous nepotism is older than Nefertiti
That's evident in my rhymes and we edit that for your T.V
The Bible's my dictionary contingent upon convictions
'Cause Jesus wasn't weepin' from the pain of crucifixion
But the loss of innocence within the truth that he had givin'
My flow is Old English like it's Victorian diction
When I spit it's automatic like weapons with ammunition
I fire with repetition then I throw another clip in
And aim it at my sins so I eternally glisten, AH!

[Hook]
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
To change the way the people thinkin'
Lord that's my only goal

[Verse 3]
The properties of distention make you mentally dependent
When you focus on the pendant instead of words in the sentence
Conceptions of this irreverence was birthed by Mary Magdalene
I'll never trust my Reverend for pedophilic malevolence
Slice the wrists of a hypocrite, spittin' the sickest ignorance
Illegal drug smoke is engulfed in my own chest
Another breath and I'ma visit Pope Benedict in the flesh
Strategizin' in the Vatican to start a new religion
They fiendin', they need it, they want it, I seen it
Said open your conscious so you can receive it
I'm spittin' the truth and I hope you believe it
I write on the page 'til the paper is bleedin'
I'm hopin' my prophecies come to fruition
I murder all men, man I kill competition
I'm breakin' away with the skill that I'm given
Get back to my roots with the way that I whip it
Get back to the truth with the way that I spit it
Your cup runneth over the way that I fill it
My style's illicit my flow is the ill-est
Just give me a beat and you know that I kill it
I studied the legends that all came before me
I'm bumpin' Rakim 'til my systems exploding
A cyst on your brain that insists on imploding
Created a movie my vision is gory
I wrote this multivious biblical story
I pray that the people embrace and endorse it
These words out my mouth are salvation and glory
But shit is a shame when no one will endorse it
I'm guessin' the money is way more important
I do it this way for some clarification
That's rarefied there in the rhymes that I've written
And all that I covet's the mind I was given