Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gods Time, artist - Killah Priest. Album song Behind The Stained Glass, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Good Hands
Song language: English
Gods Time |
My pen’s a microscope |
Beneath this lens show real life I wrote |
From all my sins to my righteous quotes |
I look within and realize there’s hope |
I begin to cringe, struck by lightning bolts |
From out of brims I saw Michaels bow |
The angel’ll sin just like a ghost |
I begin to cleanse, speak under the Bible’s oath |
And when I end how many mics I broke? |
Begin to live the words Christ has spoke |
They’re losing the friends desired most |
The half-less mind, their chance to shine |
They blast that nine, that glass of wine |
They handed me insanity |
Vanity families of humanity |
Stay with me through calamities |
The dark skies have electric fields |
See the will within will, impregnable skills |
Thousands of volts from post lasers |
Nonlinear optics behind quasars |
Within the triple stages of dark there’s a black stars |
Around the universal cosmic, lost Nassau’s |
Somewhere there you’ll find my raps but only head bars |
We gave the devil his time, now rebel in the mind |
The ghettos designed to keep us, sleep us The grim reaper meet us, poor education |
We explore revelation |
War of the nations, claw of the pagans |
Washington white Shaitan |
See the mission through man made religion |
and the flaw of Masons |
(Hook) Priest |
Shout -- x9 |
Live -- x9 |
Love -- x8 |
Gods Time -- x5 |
The money and wealth — you’ll ugly yourself |
The hungrier I felt with nothing to feed me Streets will mislead me Where the eyes are greedy |
I vibe on CDs, his eyes on TVs |
The cause of justice and missing no expectation |
No interpretation, I’m cold with vexation |
My soul is erect waiting, recreation |
With mind and spirit combined let’s feel this |
It’s time we hear this |
Mind is sheer bliss from being rebellious |
Overzealous or too jealous, make us failures |
Mistakes from elders from being careless |
God help us; |
Satan held us for decades |
Time to cross over to the next phase |
The atheist is amazed at this |
Awaketh thou slug it, why covet thy brother |
Consider the ant that gives it to the plant |
The plant gives to them |
So be it to all men |
(Hook) Priest |
The devil trembles when he knows the body is the temple and God is in you |
It’s hard to continue when it’s hard to offend you |
He starts to set traps, that have you setback |
The last round in this death match |
So strengthen where you’re best at I promise you won’t regret that |
Was I regarded as Job? |
Or should I take the carpenter’s role? |
It’s dark in this hole, that’s as far as it goes |
Harps of gold, impossible, pot as a rose |
Remarkable soul, the resistance, instincts intakes a poisons |
The devil’s enjoyment is so annoying |
Exploiting, morally destroying |
Around a flag their serpent’s calling |
My spirit’s boiling, it’s simple |
If we sin don’t do it again, ask for forgiveness |
This privilege saves us from max in their prison |
Attraction of wisdom, not this plastic system |
The faction — we victims |
The aspen is venom, relax and it’s your ending |
Families deprived of their lives |
The archives, lost tribe, pork rinds |
But it’s a new era, a new beginning |
A new ending, a new time, only a few inches |
We getting closer, you choose, you make a decision |
No collision, turn off the television |
The hell in women eyes, and males we like we failed the mission |
It’s disciplince, militance, no tolerance for the ignorance |
We live again, refuse to lose, spark minds it’s God Time |
Every bond his line, the stars aligned |
Turn on the searchlight, see we the owners of the birthright |
Reverse the curse like, we sold the drugs that’s old to us Let’s get what’s owed to us, what’s really owed to us? |
We bust the guns when we was young |
Now it’s change a higher plain, the sky is in my range |
The third I’ll have wings |
(Hook) Priest |