jay z
lucifer
Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm gonna chase you out of earth Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm from the murder capitol Where we murder for capitol Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm gonna chase you out of earth Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' So you niggas change your attitude For they askin' what happened to you Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him But he also got a rightous 'cause for sinnin' Them a murder me so I gotta murder them first Emergency doctors performin procedures Jesus, I ain't tryin' to be facetious But "Vengance is mine" said the Lord You said it better than all leave niggas on deaths door Breathin off respirators for killin' my best boy, haters On permenant hiatus as I escape In the Maybach Benz Fly this then Sanaa Lathan Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo In Los Angeles, like an evangelist How can you introduce you to your maker? Bring you closer to nature Ashes after they cremate you bastards Hope you been readin your psalms and chapters Payin' your tithes being good Catholics, I'm comin' Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm gonna chase you out of earth Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm from the murder capitol Where we murder for capitol Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm gonna chase you out of earth Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' So you niggas change your attitude For they askin' what happened to you, yes This is Holy war I wet cha all with the Holy water Spray from the Heckler Koch auto Matic all the static shall cease to exist Like a sabbatical I throw a couple at you Take six, spread love to all of my dead thugs I'll pour out a little Louie to a head above Yes sir, and when I perish the meek shall inherit the earth Until that time it's on a poppin' Church Like Don Bishop the fifth upon cock either Lift up your soul or give you the Holy Ghost please I leave ya in somebodys Cathedral And stuntin' like Evil Knievel I'll let you see where that bright light lead you The more you talk the more you irkin' us The more you gonna need memorial services The Black Album's second verse is like Devil's Pie save some dessert for us Man I gotta get my soul right I gotta get these devils out my life These cowards gonna make a nigga ride They won't be happy till somebody dies Man I gotta get my soul right 'For I'm locked up for my whole life Evertime it seems it's all right Somebody want they soul to rise I'll chase you off of this earth I got dreams of holdin' a Nine milla to Bobs killa Askin' him why? as my eyes fill up These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow Gone but not forgotten holmes I still feel ya So curse the day that birthed the bastard Who 'caused your Church mass, reverse the crash Reverse the blast, and reverse the car Reverse the day, and there you are Bob Allah, Lord forgive him we all have sinned But Bobs a good dude please let him in And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge Please blame it on the sun of the mournin' Thanks again