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yahkoo - megalon lyrics

[verse]
early 70s grill, melody sk!lls, beverly hills
you better be real and stop selling these krills, 11 thieves k!lled
heavenly chills, satan leaves 70s evil, angels in heaven need shields
adam and eve equals five pills 70 people
adam 33 takeaway three get ready i teach you
get ready to peep the truth your grandmom deceive too sounds convincing
not to mention grandpa adam
i know you’re looking at tommy gunn like i’m just another d*mn star rapping
but adam and eve seeds made seeds and they seeds made seeds
and they seeds made babies with they seeds that made you and me
thunder the kingdom come, some dumb bum, huh? another one from the
forbidden fruit tree, forgive them through me, who he?

black jesus b00by rap like a doobie scooby, yours truly new feet
with no holes in them solid gold denim
i’m here to stop the whole world from spinning
noonie scoop me, gold benz hooptie n*no friends you and me
split the long beach sea open, five pumpkin seeds
high jumping weed bags empty in front me
pass the blood of jesus on your dungarees
laying on the church floor gets more crazy. my soul walked out the door
lord save me, body flowing, nothing under me, hungry
what you want to eat? red lobsters, it’s the hottest day in october
holding your shoulder, both eyes closed, i don’t want to see
you got to be charlene, i got to leave
tyrone cracked cell phone, i want to see, can i sit with y’all in peace?
what you got? got starfish with my b*tch
bartender mix drinks is stinks, i can’t take it
hit the bathroom, my man standing there b*tt naked
drink knocked over, belly bobble
shot block soldier, shook your man’s hand, gave your man a pound
hopped in a van. i’m making sense of the blur, hopped out the van
frankincense and myrrh incense, $5 ain’t seen the man since
put the stick in my mouth, lit it on the bench, seen the pen prints
limped in then and then squint, how you been?
bent bottle of gin, scription lens with the tint
what a coincidence, burnt fingertips for fingerprints
with a trench, standing in the rain getting drenched
sleeping on the floor, weekends creeping on the law, reaching for the door beefing 4*4 squeezing, bleeding, leaking on the floor, reasoning for the raw you sneezing eating cold cuts more and more, ease up
sneak up on them crackers door to door, freeze what?
practice that’s what gats is for, gather the bread
these nuts, these nuts is war,a thief in the night
preachers preaching the sound following me
it’s like, somebody flush the toilet
was right in front of me, but i can’t see sh*t, i can’t call it
before i walk away thinking i lost it, slid to my dog’s crib
asked his baby mom, she says she heard it two years a kid
she started crying, but she stopped when you walked in
try not to say god’s name in vain, today, october 14th, 1999
i walked down the block coughing, miscarriage
my spanish mommy told me she had it, i grabbed the b*tch
she started crying. i asked her if she heard it, she said she did
i wiped the tears, took her to the church
pastor miller said marriage is death, holy water on my forehead
we all dead sadness, saint mary’s she speaking spanish
something ain’t right my baby mother brother sitting in christian light
you listen and write madness, spitting it tight
you didn’t write the book after revelations
i’m back in the bas*m*nt gripping the mic, congratulations
after the christening listening to the minister preaching the sermon
on jesus and homeless many are thinking it’s him
thanks for giving him a place to lay his head

i sit with a grin. one slip of the gin, the scripture begins
22 commandments, i write the most wickedest sins
six pitts sniffing my timbs, l!cking my chin, i’m sick with the pen
30 bars are still giving them rhythm and trembling thoughts
that make men feminine and turn women to men
sending them dogs to breed with their own seed, back to this
god made women out of me, m*e with an n
we adam and eve’s last kids
me with an n: men, c with a m: mcs
me with a pen, 10 degrees
satan’s still alive. that leaves 10 thieves laid up in heaven
straight up seven with weapons
straight thugs, acting like they god’s best friend
but they about to learn a real hard lesson, angels is wrestling
three, send them down to earth, winter time burning in h*ll sweating
my inner sight in your mind, god’s presence
dogs act like it’s dinner time when i rhyme, god bless him
fm lyrics in the pm, you even hear it on the am religious stations in my pee you see gin
amen, it’s me in the back of the church sleeping peeping the back of your skirt
speaking in tongues until i’m back in the dirt being eaten
black jesus, it’s me again, preachers is happy to see him
weak in the knees “where has he been?”
“have a seat, it’s the street rapping deacon!”
weekend after weekend slapping them demons turning them back into s*m*n
clapping them until i’m back in the precinct

- megalon lyrics

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