Jus Allah

Jus Allah - Chess King songtekst

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[Jus Allah]

I have sublime comprehension

Divine Intervention

My enzymes studied by the minds at Princeton

To figure my design would divide the Christians

Complete Truth

Brothers been deprived of listening

A secret Odyssey

Ungodly, Cursing Prophecy

Reading Verses That will Preach a Demonolgy

I speak scholarly

Lord vain

Require more brain

Than your physically ordained to contain

I'm on the next plane

Where everything exists one and the same

Where pleasure is pain

And never rains

I seen what you fear

I've passed beyond that

The things that give you tears

I have laughed and yawned at

Your fucking heart tastes so weak and rank

I have to eat dog food just to keep my strength

And my doors wide open for anybody that wants some

But I don't even live inside a house, I haunt one!



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[Jus Allah]

I'm a prize

FBI want me alive

They found the cold morgue and flies

I told em to drive

fall through knives till every single part of you dies

Couldn't figure my designs If you started at 5

Defend for youself, you'd be broken in tears

You fool you could probably pull rope through your ears

You sweat cold

Graphed in original web-toed

My mind in the physical mode would explode

If what i knew spread round the globe

They'd start measuring my head for a crown of gold

Your weak soul is trying to climb a greased pole

In a deepest hole

Defeating man at his peakest role

And seek to read my power for its evil use

But I can see the truth

I can teach Greek to beetlejuice

I'm high as fucking hypodermic needle use

I'll even fucking piss in your mouth, give you legal proof



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[Jus Allah]

I'm the chess king

The difference between boxing and wrestling

Knowing you guessing

Only y'all stand opressing

Being of supreme measuring

Unquestioning

You're not anything, I am everything

You second string

To go against a much advanced mind

Your dumb, you wash your hands before you eat swine

Simple cavemen too dense to even talk to us

There ain't an idea in his head I haven't thought of

You thin skulled, a numbskull

My skins gold

More valuable than yours ten fold

Repute! from now is the day of reckoning

The truth shall sound so loud its defeaning

Never will you come n overpower my words

My unploughed dirt will grow the last flowers of earth

In the last hours of mirth, I'll be left to laugh at it

Watching how the walls of space collapses on these savages

Evil parishes, disappearing in its own parrells

Proving ignorance is erroneous

I was chosen to write the future as the lord said

Wouldn't be surprised at waking with an eye in my forehead



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