Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seeds Of Abraham , by - PlaydoughRelease date: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seeds Of Abraham , by - PlaydoughSeeds Of Abraham |
| All the seeds of Abraham stepping into the jam |
| Pump your fist and enlist with the Great I Am |
| We came to rock these hands up high and defy |
| Some gravity we casually infiltrating your high fi |
| Seeds of Abraham up in the jam |
| Pump your fist like you can’t resist the program |
| While we rock these hands up high and defy |
| Some gravity we casually infiltrating your high fi |
| We infiltrating casually causing some casualty it had to be |
| A principality trying to battle me it rattled me not |
| I got too much soul plus control of this |
| Mic device I’m leaving sliced from the Spirit within |
| That sin ain’t never crossed it lost back in the day |
| While it’s testing I’m blessing the word play |
| Stay tight like lasso Pablo Picasso |
| Bringing art thru a poem canvas metronome |
| My home page is locked up in a spiral |
| I rival with words of enemies from Most High |
| We try to lock up destiny on top of this microphone |
| Waiting till the day my crew blows up like firestone |
| On an SUV cause when I bless you’ll be |
| Inside a state of shock cause how I rock the SMPTE |
| With tones for time codes and modes on full force |
| I’m living narrowly righteousness the course |
| They wanted truth dropped in the booth they wanted proof |
| That the resurrected risen Son is busy giving one, two, threes |
| When I’m checking degrees my mic burn |
| It was red hot after it got to my turn |
| Watch the world turn never concerned with what it offer me |
| Watch it confound the wise so they could scoff at me |
| Their righteousness for self tells me they’re wack |
| Plus they jack four minutes I ain’t never getting back |
| Yet the fact remains I’m busy smacking names |
| And taking aim at a market that’s black, jargon attack |
| The white sheets I fight beats bare knuckling chuckling |
| At all it’s weakness, speak this poem |
| So heads could freely roam like a cellular phone I’ve known |
| Many a man doing wrong in a song so the gong rings |
| Sings vibrato in staccato, till exit stage left is their unofficial motto |
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