Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lucifer, artist - Junior Murvin. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Lucifer |
| So you need to change your attitude |
| 'Fore they asking what happened to you |
| Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him |
| But he also got a righteous cause for sinning |
| Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first |
| Emergency, doctors performing procedures |
| Jesus, I ain’t trying to be facetious, but |
| «Vengeance is mine» sayeth the Lord |
| You said it better than all |
| Leave niggas on death’s door, breathing on |
| Respirators for killing my best boy, haters |
| On permanent, hiatus as I skate |
| In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan |
| Pumping «Brown Sugar» by D’Angelo |
| In Los Angeles, like an evangelist |
| I can introduce you to your maker |
| Bring you closer to nature |
| Ashes after they cremate you bastards |
| Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters |
| Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I’m coming |
| (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 Lucifer, son of the morning! I’m gonna chase you out of Earth) |
| (Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!) |
| So you need to change your attitude |
| 'Fore they asking what happened to you |
| Yes, this is holy war |
| I wet y’all all with the holy water |
| Spray from Heckler-Koch automatic |
| All the static, shall cease to exist |
| Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six! |
| Spread love, to all of my dead thugs |
| I pour out a little Louis, to a head above |
| Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth |
| 'Til that time, it’s on and popping, church |
| Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either |
| Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost |
| Please I leave you in somebody’s cathedral |
| For stunting like Evel Knievel |
| I let you see where that bright light lead you |
| The more you talk, the more you irking us |
| The more you gon' need memorial services |
| The Black Album, 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 'til somebody die |
| Oh man, I gotta get my soul right |
| 'Fore I’m locked up for my whole life |
| Every time it seems it’s alright |
| Somebody want they soul to rise |
| I chase you off of this earth |
| (Let me get serious for y’all, one second) |
| I got dreams, of holding a nine milla, to Bob’s killer |
| Asking him why as my eyes fill up |
| These days I can’t wake up with a dry pillow |
| Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel you |
| 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 Bob’s a good dude, please let him in |
| And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge |
| Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again |