Текст песни The Clarion (The 2022 Remaster) - Leland Philpot

All white like an aryan
Straightforward like a lariat
They call me the clarion
Breathe life to the carrion
They call me the clarion
In death they can't bury him
They call me the clarion
They call me the clarion

They can rap about lean and Sprite
Imma rap about Jesus Christ
He the one that make me sleep at night
Got God I don't need to fight
You can at me if you have a question
Study for preaching and teaching right?
Or a shoulder if you steady stressing
I don't do this so you leave a like
This more like me leaving evil life
Silent obsess like i need to write
Who'd have thought slavery free the mind
Slave to kingdom I don't need to grind
I got a need bet that he supply
I'm out of ammo he resupply
Imma keep running to reach the line
Low key I know that this be my time
Ain't know way I'm gonna tweak on mine
All my brothers we all seek and shine
Odd tastes like leek and lime
Roll through I'm peeking by
See the fake I don't even know
Matter fact I don't even why
None of that gonna take my hope
They gotta be there when I'm reaching heights
They talking soul like they watching bleach
I'm talking soul like y'all need the Christ
See religion think they all aleve
Ironically struggle make a mind
Ain't gon' be tears when I finally leave
See what believing is all this time
Fruit is on James and the Giant Peach
See the team when I put on my

All white like an aryan
Straightforward like a lariat
They call me the clarion
Breathe life to the carrion
They call me the clarion
In death they can't bury him
They call me the clarion
They call me the clarion

Trumpet blowing, fuse that rock n roll
With that Jesus musik cause I got the soul
Jazz notes with the comical
Truth be told that's comet cold
Outer space where I pull it from
Plus i know 'xactly who made the heavens
Tweak a sentence to save the brethren
Took a life and he made a MESSAGE
Black music from a black man
Black power from the Gap band
To the ye west took a backhand
Now we hand back that's master plan
Got soul like zatarans, Apostolic yea that's my mans
Shake up and it's on sight
I play for the wedding band
Huh?
No don't shoot the dj
Pressure them to press replay
But what's a dj these days?
What's a good song in these times?
How many more heat lines?
If you want soul peep mine
Industry stay on decline
Slowed down just to rewind
Found my own sound found peace of mind
Was a whole clown downed weed and wine
Now I'm whole now found he divine
Be in my element this ain't the precipice hand it off vehemently with the lettering
Times I'm a mess with it but I be blessed in it
Know i be repping it when I'm in

All white like an aryan
Straightforward like a lariat
They call me the clarion
Breathe life to the carrion
They call me the clarion
In death they can't bury him
They call me the clarion
They call me the clarion