Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Earth As It Is…, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Line 4 Line presents… Soul On Ice… Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cre8yte
Song language: English
On Earth As It Is… |
Shit, I ain’t never seen an angel, virgin bitches with halos |
But my secular metaphysical theology is fatal |
'Cause me with a mic cable is a religious experience in itself |
I got a message from God |
He said, «Don't even try to fuck with me,» suckers reluctantly |
Carried the cross and uppercuts in Nazareth, I’m hazardous |
I speak to the heads and raise the dead like Lazarus |
Led the fucking lambs to the slaughter and walked on water |
When it’s frozen, in a crown of thorns I’m on point |
Like the unicorn and Cuneiform |
To bring rains to deserts; |
storm for 40 days and 39 nights |
So my cerebral flows flood the Earth with uh, megahertz |
And the first shall be last and the last shall be first |
Reciting a biblical verse before I make your melon burst |
Like that nigga Jules from Pulp Fiction |
My salvation is salivation, and diction, crucifixion |
It’s a blessing just to live another day they say |
'Cause the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away |
So my niggas pray five times a day and still |
Carry a trey-five-seven (On Earth, as It Is in Heaven) |
(On the planet) Earth, it was my place of birth |
Born to be the sole controller, of the universe |
Drink liquor with the Lord and shoot dice with Christ |
Hitting seven, On Earth, as It Is in Heaven |
Feeling like a prophet, 'cause I be talking to a burning bush |
But I’m not knowing 'til I fornicated with the ho and |
Caught the clap so, my first communion consists of |
Bread and wine and Doxycycline one-hundred milligram capsules (Amen) |
Let the commandments begin again |
'Cause just like Moses on Mount Sinai, I broke all ten |
Call it even if Eve sinned in Eden when I covet my neighbor’s wife |
I do dirt and good works to breathe life into mics |
And give us this day to make our daily bread |
'Cause if I’m broke I’m serving cavi in Bethlehem |
Or selling my soul to Satan, six figure record deal temptations |
My religious denominations be C-notes |
I be the coming like when Mary’s water broke |
So let there be light, so niggas can see I rock mics religiously |
Those who believe, ye shall receive |
But non-believers, you niggas doubt my existence like agnostics |
The hostile gospel, I apostle, each epistle from speaking in tongues |
For God so loved the world he gave his only begotten son |
To set it on niggas, blowing backwards bastards to Kingdom Come |
And knowin the Judas in my crew |
So do unto others before they do unto you (that's right) |
Like Rastas heads be dreading |
Phonetic Armageddon (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven) |
(On the planet) Earth, it was my place of birth |
Born to be the sole controller, of the universe |
Drink liquor with the Lord and shoot dice with Christ |
Hitting seven, On Earth, as It Is in Heaven |
I hit the planet like a plague |
The Book of Revelations' red dragon with ten horns and seven heads |
And seven crowns skills concealed until the Seventh Seal’s revealed |
To fulfill prophecy |
From B.C. |
to AC/DC radio receivers |
The messiah comes back in nineteen nina fever and the rap world ends |
The hereafter is after |
You hear the HemisFear trinity raps rapture your Babylon vinyl |
And thou shalt not worship false idols |
Just like David guillotined Philistines, even God is homicidal |
Fucking these kids like Catholic priests after mass |
Pubic hair of lamb’s wool, and feet of burned brass |
That I can put up in your platinum ass, son |
Spare the rod and spoil the child, every knee shall bow |
When the divine styler is speaking in parables |
Like old baptist churches, I’m getting old bitches hysterical |
HALLELUJAH! |
Praise be to my medulla oblongata |
Not another nigga hotter, believe that Meshach |
Your hip-hop martyr who sacrificed and gave my life |
But got 4Pac, so I’m livin the Thug Life in the afterlife |
Then I be walking through the pearly gates |
With an infrared scope ten millimeter heater (Why?) |
'Cause if my name ain’t in the Book of Life I’m snuffing St. Peter (Do it) |
Drinking the blood of Jesus Christ and pissing holy water |
No question who can come cleaner |
M-P-C plus M-I-C equals holy B-I-B-L-E to me |
Matrimony is getting head but I refuse to break bread |
With Jezebels, my management already gets twenty percent |
So fuck tithing, go to Hell |
I’d rather continue backsliding |
You’re not from the tribe of Judah, so why you lying? |
From Watts to Zion, I’m signifying |
The next shit to wreck shit and see the Exodus |
Amen |
(On the planet) Earth, it was my place of birth |
Born to be the sole controller, of the universe |
Drink liquor with the Lord and shoot dice with Christ |
Hitting seven, On Earth, as It Is in Heaven |