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(feat. Shyne And Ravid Kahalani) They say that I'm euphemism for a new religion I'm praying that my comrades all gonna get up out of Clinton I'm in prison with a system and I'm thinking that I didn't Deserve to be born in the first place cause of my pigment Dark than the Caucasoid complexion kind of different On a Harley David is King David sayin' my tehillin' Pistol in my waste and I'm wrapped in my tefillin' On a camel like an Arab because Ishmael is my siblin' I'm on my own thing, yes Moses I don't part the sea I fly the jet across the ocean Yeah, God's the one that wrote this I'm just an instrument so make sure that you listen in I'm from the block where there ain't no scholarships Forced to do things that if she knew would make my momma sick Larry Hoover was my tutor Now I made tshuva from the king crown of Judah Now I'm running through the trees, I got you all screaming please I slay wicked with my tongue I fire missiles when I breathe I'll give you all one reason to leave me be, before I bring you to your knees With great catastrophes, I cast off shackles as I bleed Letras de canciones Some room I need to breathe and blast off as I please With verses of praise that I slay when I sing And a double edge sword that swings low by my knees No need to gas a blow I stay low and then I feed But when the time comes to go, I'm like Rambo I got my cross bow, the cross winds blow I'm so, radio, this wave activation It got me living in slow mo But now I'm ready to blow It's getting hot, I'm heat seeking, fire breathing Believing scriptures that I'm reading while you're wailing at the wall I stand tall, and battle y'all While them Kingdoms fall From Letras Mania