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genesis - chuck mason lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yep
f*ck your religion, this exactly what you prayed for
f*ck your ambition, this exactly what you aimed for
f*ck your b*tch, that’s exactly what she came for
don’t be offended, i’m just playin’

[verse]
you are now submersed, baptism flow of the gods birthed in reaganomics (god, god)
glock 40s or margarine, i mastered economics
no conniving serpents in my genesis, what the premise is
only chase the golden circles, i learned that from sonic
vibes running through my body from the hydroponic
need to drop a classic ‘fore the eulogy’s another chronic
told ’em i crеated “god”, now isn’t that ironic
far from sacrilegious, yet it’s quitе iconic
tryna get my royal p*n*s cleaned at the waldorf*astoria
hop back in time in deloreans
baptized just to open up the album, now you born again
dry devils come up wet devils, let the story begin
is it, five bibles or five rifles, pray ’em down or shoot ’em dead
i hang false idols off tall eiffles
all cipher, preaching to a younger me all stifled
swear that none’s created like you king and they all trifle
no misdirection, this is wack rapper genocide
i take y’all back when outkast dropped aquemeni
spottyottydopalicious, charles a little discotheque in n*ggaville
prophesying metaphor for chuck m out of nappyville
you know, smarter descendant of martyrs
cush in my moorish veins before three*fifths of men were bartered
and i ain’t talking weed, n*gga, i’m talking you and me
kemet raided by the whites, pillaged by the greeks
watch how i speak, these here are proverbs, elevated to god verbs
lyrical ammunition, chuck m, m is for mossberg
lookin’ for your b*tch, my n*gga, you might’ve lost her
she’s dancin’ with the wolves and i’m the black kevin costner
yeah, i heard your album and well it was quite pathetic
cop that gta yeah i heard it was quite prophetic
stories from adolescent memories, quite eidetic
suffered every indiscretion now learnin’ not to regret it
rappers that i’ve murked, i’m sacrificin’ human bodies
decapitatin’ g.o.a.ts sip from they skull illuminati
i’m bullsh*ttin’, preacher i’m pulpittin’ that light
dude servin’ years for servin’ stings, only fools spittin’ that white
so i murdered these personas they got on loaner
dead that nicole brown, all i needed was isotoners
turn the song up … blow your dome up
no timothy mcveigh, what can i say
perfect my sk!lls in every way on everyday
i’m always etchin’ hit lists in the booth just sketchin’ bodies
chuck mason o.b.g.y.n. i’m always catchin’ bodies
luvenia smith and summer’s got ’em always preppin’ bodies
chuck, lyrical pallbearer got he*rs*s for everybody
everybody, closest friends, even closer enemies
f*ckin’ up me energy, that’s word from my inner g
dissin’ don’t mean sh*t to me that’s barkin’ like a b*tch to me
i came to burn facades, the revelation of god

- chuck mason lyrics

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