Lucifer
Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!
[Hook]Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth(So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)
[Verse 1]Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in himBut he also got a righteous cause for sinningThem-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them firstEmergency, doctors performing proceduresJesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but"Vengeance is mine" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than allLeave niggas on death's door, breathing onRespirators for killing my best boy, hatersOn permanent hiatus as I skateIn the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa LathanPumping "Brown Sugar" by D'AngeloIn Los Angeles, like an evangelistI can introduce you to your makerBring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastardsHope you been reading your psalms and chaptersPaying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming
[Hook]Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth(So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)
[Verse 2]Yes, this is holy war, I wet y'all all with the holy waterSpray from the Heckler-Koch automaticAll the static, shall cease to existLike a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!Spread love, to all of my dead thugsI pour out a little Louis, to a head aboveYessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth'til that time, it's on and popping, churchLike Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock eitherLift up your soul or give you the holy ghostPlease I leave you in somebody's cathedral for stunting like Evel KnievelI let you see where that bright light lead youThe more you talk, the more you irking usThe more you gon' need memorial servicesThe Black Album, second verse, is likeDevil's pie, save some dessert for us
[Interlude]Man, I gotta get my soul rightI gotta get these devils out my lifeThese cowards gonna make a nigga rideThey won't be happy 'til somebody dieOh man, I gotta get my soul right'Fore I'm locked up for my whole lifeEvery time it seems it's alrightSomebody want they soul to riseI chase you off of this Earth(Let me get serious for y'all, one second)
[Verse 3]I got dreams of holding a nine milla to Bob's killerAsking him "why?" as my eyes fill upThese days I can't wake up with a dry pillowGone but not forgotten, homes I still feel yaSo, curse the day that birthed the bastardWho caused your church mass, reverse the crashReverse the blast then reverse the carReverse the day and there you are, BobalobLord forgive him, we all have sinnedBut Bob's a good dude, please let him inAnd if you feel in my heart that I long for revengePlease blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again