God Zeus - From Kings to Slaves
Im the one teaching a lesson
Moshkilli bang it is part of the essence
I transgress it, progress it
And I possess it
The knowledge in tune
Its the medicine
God Ganesha
The Elephant
I specialize in excellence
Genesis, Old Testament
Nephilim, Enoch
The Hebrews told me stop
We got snipers on the rooftop
He dropped
I think he was found in the grave
The knowledge in tune its the wave
How the fuck we go from Kings to Slaves
No need for assistance
Glock 23 its ballistic
I flew my spaceship the distance
Im teaching class in the kitchen
White kids learn how to play the violin
While Black kids learn to put spinners
On a S550 Benz
Damn
And shoot at they friends
Im like a walking ATM
I get the bags in
Get the racks in
I put my wife in a mansion
The knowledge I got
Its a lot
It could cause damage
Bismillah, Bismillah
I got Ricky bags,
Up in the Bentley truck
Look in the Ricky tote
It is a big pump
If Imma shit on you
Its gonna be a big dump
Your man he was Judas,
He set you up
Im in my spaceship
You gotta beam up
Speaking in tongues
So you gotta keep up
Its U-N-I-Verse when we meet up
Take the F out of life
Now you left with a lie
Knowledge is in tune
Holographic sight
I was the one in the night
DRKSHDW that's night
Ice Ice my intellect shine
Im teaching my class with one rhyme
Damn in the daytime
Every grape needs a vine
Not a pig who gon serve you swine
Hold up
Mannyvelli hitting my line
They gon try to kill me
Like they did Socrates
They don't understand
Im teaching a prophecy
Visvim Christo
All on the prophet feet
If you take a page out of my book
I need a proper fee
Bloomfield Hills, Im rocking the pocket tee
O-Z-O God Zeus did the chieftaincy
And im teaching Exodus
And Deuteronomy
Bismillah, Moshkilli
Look when the prophet speak
Im the one teaching a lesson
Moshkilli bang it is part of the essence
I transgress it, progress it
And I possess it
The knowledge in tune
Its the medicine
God Ganesha
The Elephant
I specialize in excellence
Genesis, Old Testament
Nephilim, Enoch
The Hebrews told me stop
We got snipers on the rooftop
He dropped
I think he was found in the grave
The knowledge in tune its the wave
How the fuck we go from Kings to Slaves
Written by:
Diliorah Arah
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