Spiritual Laws, no way I want to see Christ today Spiritual Laws, no way I want to see Christ today Spiritual Laws, no way I want to see Christ today Spiritual law, no way Spiritual law
Oversættelse: AF. Spirituel Lov.
think it will be Funny how money changed, The whips make me feel free I'm starring in this bitch and yeah I write the show Fuck the haters im headed to that place you'd
a fight Or maybe 'Nick At Nite' It's sick how I'm addicted to mics, become a flickerin' light After I spark I'm always ready to write Where I'm from
planted in me When I was just a child, I was misunderstood Til I saw your finger in the cloud, I was picked from the hood I was in the myst of a crowd
drugs I have nothing to spit I be lyin if I talk some spiritual shit Like Kirk Franklin and them Y'all just aint me I can't tell you about God but I
was I to know You'd be the one To show me I was blinded To show me I was gone How weak was the foundation I was standing upon? Now there's spiritual
I showed the scholars, we'll fulfill the broken promise I spit this truth to predict the future like Nostradamus Like Revelations, I'm hoping my quotes reveal The seven spirits of God when I
I trip, my fingers itch I got a vision, I'm on a mission, listen I can hear 'em, but I can't trust my intuition I'm wishin' upon that midnight mystical
law! My law! Violence...this is the greatest freedom! Violence! John the Baptist uses water to baptize...I will baptise you with BLOOD! Utrum tentare
So I quickly stick and move And if he moves I trip, my fingers itch I got a vision, I'm on a mission, listen I can hear 'em, but I can't trust my intuition
In the park In threat of law In sweat of fear I'd risk it all To have you near I've never seen your face But I'm longing for the time When we don't
I swear to the law they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous that Moonie bought
I know Allah is not their alli I believe I can fly, but their type of freedom is a lie So fuck the government, C.I.A. and F.B.I. [Last Emperor] Shatan
was I to know you'd be the one To show me I was blinded, to show me I was gone How weak was the foundation I was standing upon? Now there's spiritual
the Love Craft, Craft Lover I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish I don't care what
