California Ghost King - Basic Doctrine paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Basic Doctrine - California Ghost King



California, California, California, southern California
California, southern California, my California King
Yah, yah, yah, yah, my basic doctrine catch a hellfire Knigge
White line concoction burn a book of Yeezus Knigge
Wrapped in sackcloth all I need is ashes Knigge
Phrases aside this light will raise you right my Knigge
I speak from light so get your mind enlightened Knigge
The dark twisted blind are Men of bad intentions Knigge
Leading you blind so you can't even see you're not a nigger
Bloodsucking vampires can't see a man in the mirror
I don't care about who's liar choir sang prior
I'm the walking sire through the wire the gods know I'm higher
Yahweh fashioned my birth so kings and queens know I'm flyer
Your pants might be tighter, but I promise I am more a fighter
For hyper vipers, I got wiser arc angel snipers
Hanging out that mothership squeeze divine triggers to lift
Niggas up and make their spirits flip like
I'm a little underground king making Texas hits
For screwing our life force down
Until the supreme hip-hop spit almost cease to exist Yah
My basic doctrine is economic war with the holy kiss
In this apocalypse, everyone knows whose ruling them
The great within the small, they ball in Babylon till they fall
My basic doctrine is, my basic doctrine is
My basic doctrine is economic war with the holy kiss
In this apocalypse, everyone knows whose ruling them
The great within the small, they ball in Babylon till they fall
My basic doctrine is, my basic doctrine is
Beast of prey called men yelling give us Barabbas
Buried in mental graves of ignorance not knowing who King is
While Lucy and her angels maintain established rule over mountains of governments
But with the faith of a mustard seed, we can make the mountain move
Though these satanic sellout Niguez views be putting moral minds in a bad mood
Wearing out the saints; yah, yah
These swine hoards I am hip-hops only sovereign Lord
Whether in Cali, T-dot or New York
I don't worry if they put me in their source
And I don't seek after their coonery awards yah!
I am number one on their power 30
Because I'm not driven by petty passion nor am I riding dirty
No poultry beliefs or superficial beefs
And when in LA no dissension parties
Only treaties of peace me and my brothers be coasting
Black Israel the servant who God has chosen
My powers invincible though invisible until the final moment
Underground gaining strength until none can undermine it
Because our right and might is eternal in the midst of this temporary evil
The good shall emerge with a rule unshakeable
Resurrecting the blood of Able—minds
Trained from a child for independent ownership of the earths gold—mines
The industry feeding you make-believe
And savagery at every opportunity
And their faggotry operating like machinery
Most effectively over those living in poverty
Got you thinking democracy works satisfactory
But history shows it quickly turns into anarchy
Turned into alcoholic animals bemused with the drink
Youth lead by stupidly grown rap niggas into immorality
Made to chase corruption of self with all its luxuries
Wicked women and the wiles of the wealthy
Conquering your soul so you lay down your crown and sleep
I used to stand with a Glock but now I gather the flock
Cause old Pops showed me how a Shepard unleashed
Can make a grown man weep
So I come to the prodigal son, spiritually blind deaf and dumb
And ignorant to the knowledge of Yod Hey Wav Hey
The blessed one and his only Son
The king by judgment establishes the land
But he that receiveth gifts overthroweth it, Yah
My basic doctrine catch a hellfire Knigge Yah
White line concoction burn a book of Yeezus Knigge
Wrapped in sackcloth all I need is ashes Knigge Yah
Phrases aside this light will raise you right my Knigge Yah
Look beneath behind and find you're not a nigga
You're not a nigga, you're not a nigga
You, are not a nigga, you're not a nigga
You are not a nigga, no your not
No your not, no your not
You are not a nigga, no, nana-no, no, no, no, no baby
You are not a nigga, no, nana-no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You are not a nigga, a nigga, no you're not
Know you're not, no you're not, you are not
Know you not, you are not a nigga
I got to get it out my system
You are not a nigga, nana-no, no, na-no, no, no
Nana-no, no, no, you are not a
Ni-nigga, you are not a, you are not, you are not a
Nini-nigga, you are not a nigga, I said, you are not a nigga



Writer(s): London Smalley


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