The Trinity

[Hook: MI Abaga]
Father son and holy ghost
Gimme blessing till I overdose
I got a lotta haters lotta foes
But I'm the nigga that they owe the most
Father son and holy ghost
I know they want to see a nigga comatose
I got a lotta haters lotta foes
But I'm the nigga that they owe the most

[Verse 1: MI Abaga]
Had a friend from Senegal, who told me
You gon send them all packing
So sit back and light a Dutch
Produce and end them all
They're gon try to pretend at all your event
Because they can sense that you're invincible, highly focused and integral to the game
And maybe your principles are the same
They all the victims of shamers
They sit and wait they shall reign
The differences between you and these simpletons is insane
The can't inseminate hearts, only leave an impotent stain
See I fathered the game go check the record books
When rappers couldn't get DJs to play em like the second hooks
And nowadays vultures are circling
And certain men are working in tandem
To plan the downfall of the culture
I am [?]
The father, your daddy, the wisdom, the savvy
The blueprint you tried altering
If you've lost road, I'm the source code, I am boss mode
Come sit at my feet imma teach you that I'm the last poet
I am Father

[Hook: MI Abaga]
Father son and holy ghost
Gimme blessing till I overdose
I got a lotta haters lotta foes
But I'm the nigga that they owe the most
Father son and holy ghost
I know they want to see a nigga comatose
I got a lotta haters lotta foes
But I'm the nigga that they owe the most

[Verse 2: AQ]
Feel the holy ghost, it's reassuring that
This anointing will only follow those
Who get the message and can express it
Until the homie knows
Who learn the lesson, in one direction
They fall like dominoes
When the spirit moves, I'm in rooms with fire figures
You pharisees, your fantasies are sacrilegious
I'm the hand that raise a man with hard corrections
Stacking sacks on sax like Sunday service tithe collections
I'm giving vision, the revelations of a 1000 hours
Till perfection, the inner section of the crown is ours
I've been around since time created dinosaurs
Sat in crowds that got aroused by Diana Ross
In a space that only relates to Santa Claus
I'm like a myth but giving gifts is my kind of job
I rip scenes and strip clean the victims
Desolation of Nations, uh I am the east wing
Casualties is human life, f*** your human rights
When I move, the body count is grounded, sugar-like
They fear me but hear me I am the comforter
I am peace, I am war, I am cold, the hot water
My pen is floss, my flow is like the day of Pentecost
To understand that I make you speak a different language
Read the signs read between the lines unless it's Mayweather
Then I'm raining punches, I'm undefeated
Who can say better?
This rappers are false prophets, I am not with them
They prophesy lies and visions, spread it with confidence
They don't paint no pictures, they Photoshopping and cropping them
The day of reckoning is when we come for them

[Verse 3: MI Abaga]
Incompetent artist labels and managers, I cover them all (all)
They doubt my sacrifice, they walk away they stumble and fall (fall)
Know that my word is scripture
You blessed if I am standing with you (yea)
But question the vessel, you're messing with something spiritual oh! (oh)
I died a couple times so you could flourish (flourish)
Gave you love and I encourage
But damn it your heart is porous (porous)
And now that you've left me?
How are you faring? Are you soaring?
Somewhere foreign, touring
Rising like the sun is every morning? (morning?)
I am the son that you condemn to die
Every time that you tell em lies
But my life is indemnified
So next time that you mention
I am shooting at you (pew pew)
Hope the bitch that you was tempted by
You semper fi (you understand)
Blood splattered, the brain matter
His bones shattered (huh)
Your thrown backwards, your dome scattered
Your chrome shattered (huh)
Son is turning to Sun, burning, I've gone savage (hey)
I'm hands off o' you nigga, carry your own baggage (yea)
If I ain't want you to shine you would be gone, banished (banished)
Finished, famished, you showed me how sinister man is (man is)
You're on your own now but no motion, can't figure mechanics?
What you gone tell em this time?
Who you gon blame for the damage? (yay)
The son of man or you gon tell them the truth (truth)
I ain't do you no evil nigga, only evil was you (you)
The son of man has come to tell you the truth
I ain't do you no evil nigga, all the evil's from you (yea yea yea yea)

[Hook: MI Abaga]
Father son and holy ghost
Gimme blessing till I overdose (pour it)
It's like you knew niggas will do the most
It's why you gifted me a pen to coast