Lyrics Hitting on All Sevens - Tech N9ne, Lyndon Smith

Hitting on All Sevens

Make of me a subject bound
Cased in halls and hushed of sound
On the rack is art in heaven
Always hitting on all sevens
By the book
Seven pillars handed down
Make of me thy subject Lord
Placed according to thy word
Never inter crossed in heaven
Always hitting on all sevens
By the book
Seven pillars by thy sword
One by one as ordered
Flank to flank and facing forward
Hanging by the word
In chapter, verse and sentence heard
Caste one, kept as pets
Caste two, steer the flock
Caste three, plumes and pelts
Caste four, birds of song
Caste five, watching dogs
Caste six, preying beast
Caste seven, working horses
One by one
Make of me a subject caste
Pressed and kept beneath thy glass
Every heart thy sent in heaven
Always hitting on all sevens
By the book
Seven pillars under latch
One by one as ordered
Flank to flank and facing forward
Hanging by the word
In chapter, verse and sentence heard
Caste one, kept as pets
Caste two, steer the flock
Caste three, plumes and pelts
Caste four, birds of song
Caste five, watching dogs
Caste six, preying beast
Caste seven, working horses
One by one
1 thy animal companion at thy lap herds with abandon
2 are shepherds of the flock who teach and cultivate thy stock
3 of poultry, 3 of feathered grace thy halls with silk and heather
4 for birds of song and hymn that chirp devotion by thy wind
5 in cover watch and waits, sniffin out thy truth and straight
6 of beasts of prey that gnaw explain the word with tooth and claw
7 working horses haul their mighty labors till they
Fall in line
Fall in line
Fall in line
On the rack is art in heaven
Always hitting on all sevens
Always hitting on all sevens
Always hitting on all sevens
By the book
Always seven written down