Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Enter The Void (feat. Ab-Soul), artist - Joey Bada$$. Date of issue: 12.11.2012
Song language: English
Enter The Void (feat. Ab-Soul) |
| Tell my momma I’m a shaman rhyming |
| Tell my momma I’m a shaman rhyming |
| Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only idols |
| No, Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only rivals |
| I’m the Messiah of rap, my catalog’s the Bible |
| To the new generation of lost souls |
| Student loans, iPhones, reality TV shows |
| It shows a host of wise, but blind drones |
| Post Babylonia, so I’m told |
| It could be balogna, so I don’t hold it to be fact |
| Just tryna put the pieces together, puzzled by this |
| madness |
| If that dollar crashes, niggas gone panic |
| What we gonna do? |
| How we gon eat? |
| Don’t even know how to grow fruit |
| Detached from your roots, nigga, me too |
| I’m doing drugs, fornicating and eating fast food |
| But I know I got three eyes cause I’m looking at you |
| Enter the void |
| This for my hundred dollar businesses to destroy |
| Spreading word of knowledge to through decoys |
| People realize that it’s time to deploy |
| Stay on point Â- open your third eye, boy |
| (And keep your motherfucking Chakras open |
| Keep your motherfucking Chakras open |
| Keep your mouth shut and keep your motherfucking |
| Chakras open |
| Keep your all seeing eye open) |
| Had to escape the nest, told Moms I’m Apex |
| And plus I lay checks, I bust in the latex |
| So it’s nothing stopping the kid if you get where I |
| come from |
| Busting conundrums on nuns and condoms |
| Don’t want no problems, It’s the number one solver |
| Can’t see me with these sentences, get your bars up |
| I’m close to the pen, I depend on this shit |
| Ain’t tryna be dead bent, I’ll ascend off this spliff |
| You can’t pretend with this shit |
| See, I know what’s real and what isn’t |
| Ain’t shit obscured with my vision, plus the herbs that |
| I’m hittin' |
| Allow me to observe what is hidden |
| Could have been a cherry-pickin' nigga, if I ain’t make |
| jams and bury niggas |
| Used to be the sweetest 'til life handed me dilemmas, |
| nigga |
| Now everyday I see the sour batches |
| The flower of life devoured into ashes |
| Enter the void |
| This for my hundred dollar businesses to destroy |
| Spreading word of knowledge to through decoys |
| People realize that it’s time to deploy |
| Stay on point Â- open your third eye, boy |
| (And keep your motherfucking Chakras open |
| Keep your motherfucking Chakras open |
| Keep your mouth shut and keep your motherfucking |
| Chakras open |
| Keep your all seeing eye open) |