King Solomon

[Intro]
Uh huh, yea, lawd, uh huh, uh huh, lawd, look, huh

[Verse]
Now let the motherfucker drop
So they can feel the bass
So brace of a half bent
Surrounded by has-beens
There's killers and madmen
They plottin' and watchin'
They prey on the weak
And beseech when you speaking problems
These people they back-stab
I swear that it's all fake
My faith has been sealed, I sincerely pray there's no second coming of Christ
My vices have all consumed me
Mind, body and soul
The control that I used to have is no longer now in effect
I just resurrected my demons and brought them back from the grave
I could try dodge and evade but this massive mess that I made is a maze that I must reside in
Salutations from Zaire
You resilient as I am
That's a farce that you forcin'
Far along in your denial
Overrated and senile
Got my heart on my sleeve and I'm wearing it like a decal
Reasons are rarely feasible
Feed the minds of the famished
The feeble fain to complain
But I promise you that I plan this
Now granted, I gratify with this gift of gab that I'm blessed with
Yes I'm very obsessive
Never passive-aggressive
Protective of what I've built and I kill myself to obtain it
But can't explain or articulate images in my mind
These lucid dreams that I have like an out-of-body experience
End of the conversation like exclamations and periods
Mirror me if you want to
Flattery resonates through
Praises sent to the most high
Call Jehovah for replies
Movin' that's when I decide
See the style that I design
Never delay or rely
My entire life feel high
Watch me feast on these felines
Pussy rappers in disguise
I've been losin' my mind bein' pulled in many directions
Feelin' fatigued, I feel like a fallen soul, won't you save me?
I conversate with myself, I'm confused, I'm livin' aloof
And the truth, I can never find it
Tell me how you define it
Deep inside of these passages
Pastor pass me the holy water
These words are sentimental
I truly hope they help ya
So hold them close to your soul and promise they'll never slip
Yea yea, lawd, look
I grip the pen like fuck it
Busters and pastors duckin'
Runnin' yo pockets for ducketts
I need a bakers dozen
Due diligence, I'm destined
Solidify my presence
My energy is effervescent, bless it let it breathe
Believe that we can achieve and the sound will supersede
Surpassin' all of these dumb fucks
You're livin' with no luck
Hopeless, can't trust, It's a must that I do this
And prove that I can battle in these arenas
Arian mind state with the paragraphs, preach impurities
Surely with this uncertainty I am searchin' inside
For somethin' more than a drive a materialistic vibe
In my eyes you can see the anger, frustrated and anxious
Lord why you forsake us? multiple personalities
Just me, myself and I but accompanied by futality
I, took the time to try and truly reflect
Suffocated by the pain while strangulated from stress
Feel like it's hands around my neck, I say a prayer from next
I wrote this new religious text, that shit was tempting at best
I blast at these bastards with passion preparin' for the apocalypse
Master minds 'til they manage to manufacture their majesty
Masterfully melodic and modest minus the minor
I been mindin' my business
My Midas Touch has been itchin'
The feel is like a Klonopin
Honest with my accomplishments
All I want is acknowledgement
I don't fuck with you novices
The legacy I leave is in the league of King Solomon