| Buttress got pilgrims by the millions
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| Recruitin' em while ya losin' em
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| On my way to Jerusalem
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| No shade or oasis (I can’t take this) so take this (BREATHE)
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| Can’t face this rap game Moses
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| So He spoke to us through pillars of fire
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| Showed us what he wrote us
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| Called us the hosts of wicked desire
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| And in rage I called the Most High a liar
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| Fuck that noise, I’m the Messiah
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| Defended our race, our human nature
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| And through the vapor I became the creator
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| Cause Buttress sit with judges, the rudest
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| Droppin' heads like Judith, I’m surrounded by crudeness
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| Ya’ll some savages, traitors, throwin' kisses like Judas
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| I hate ya’ll Philistines, I’m mean, you’re thick
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| Hit stones with a stick for water, til I come
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| The Buttress, the daughter of no one
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| And if you think I got a conscience, you’re wrong
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| I don’t own one, miracle committin' lyrical homicide
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| The prophesied sacrificial lamb
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| I’m the Savior, Son of Man
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| And your behavior ain’t gonna earn you no hand at my right side
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| So continue to hide as I abide
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| He spoke to me
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| Said, «Bethany, go down to Gethsemane»
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| What he said made the breath in me froze
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| Instantly old Methusaleh
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| «Father, let this cup pass me
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| I can’t do what you ask me
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| I refuse and you’re abusin' the truths that we told»
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| And with those musings turned to gold
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| Transfigured in the vineyard
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| Thoughts inward, descended, chose to roam
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| Retreated to Eden, where I’ve been
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| Eatin' locust, smokin' dope and quietly focusin
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| Cause I know I was sent to deliver ya’ll from Nineveh
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| But ya’ll chose to dissent, and now ya' sins is unforgivable
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| Crossed Goshen, took boats on the ocean with pilgrims
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| Transposin' they poems of devotion
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| Gettin' praise for days as I’m showin' 'em my ways
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| Then faster than the rapture, reign plaque and disaster for days
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| (But blessed be the meek) Nah, don’t need 'em
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| Dogs lickin' up they blood from the streets, we destroyin' the weak
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| Slayin' beats for the people, not evil, what I speak
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| Turn the wackness into sackcloth and ashes
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| They wanna call me hateful but I’m callin 'em ungrateful |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pilgrims by the Millions , by - The Buttress. Song from the album Behind Every Great Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп