Versuri 12. Lucifer

Lucifer son of da mornin' 
I'm gonna chase you out of earth 
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' 
I'm from the murder capitol 
Where we murder for capitol 
 
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' 
I'm gonna chase you out of earth 
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' 
So you niggas change your attitude 
For they askin' what happened to you 
 
Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him 
But he also got a rightous 'cause for sinnin' 
Them a murder me so I gotta murder them first 
Emergency doctors performin procedures 
 
Jesus, I ain't tryin' to be facetious 
But "Vengance is mine" said the Lord 
You said it better than all, leave niggas on deaths door 
Breathin off respirators for killin' my best boy, haters 
 
On permenant hiatus as I escape 
In the Maybach Benz 
Fly this then sanaa lathan 
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo 
 
In Los Angeles, like an evangelist 
How can you introduce you to your maker ? 
Bring you closer to nature 
Ashes after they cremate you bastards 
Hope you been readin your psalms and chapters 
Payin' your tithes being good Catholics, I'm comin' 
 
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' 
I'm gonna chase you out of earth 
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' 
I'm from the murder capitol 
Where we murder for capitol 
 
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' 
I'm gonna chase you out of earth 
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' 
So you niggas change your attitude 
For they askin' what happened to you, yes 
 
This is Holy war I wet cha all with the Holy water 
Spray from the Heckler Koch auto 
Matic all the static shall cease to exist 
Like a sabbatical I throw a couple at you 
 
Take six, spread love to all of my dead thugs 
I'll pour out a little Louie to a head above 
Yes sir, and when I perish the meek shall inherit the earth 
Until that time it's on a poppin' Church 
 
Like Don Bishop the fifth upon cock either 
Lift up your soul or give you the Holy Ghost please 
I leave ya in somebodys Cathedral 
And stuntin' like Evil Knievel 
 
I'll let you see where that bright light lead you 
The more you talk the more you irkin' us 
The more you gonna need memorial services 
The Black Album's second verse is like 
Devil's Pie save some dessert for us 
 
Man I gotta get my soul right 
I gotta get these devils out my life 
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride 
They won't be happy till somebody dies 
 
Man I gotta get my soul right 
'For I'm locked up for my whole life 
Evertime it seems it's all right 
Somebody want they soul to rise 
I'll chase you off of this earth 
 
I got dreams of holdin' a Nine milla to Bobs killa 
Askin' him why? as my eyes fill up 
These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow 
Gone but not forgotten holmes I still feel ya 
 
So curse the day that birthed the bastard 
Who 'caused your Church mass, reverse the crash 
Reverse the blast, and reverse the car 
Reverse the day, and there you are 
 
Bob Allah, Lord forgive him we all have sinned 
But Bobs a good dude please let him in 
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge 
Please blame it on the sun of the mournin' 
Thanks again