Testi Lucifer - Jay-Z

Lucifer

Lucifer son of da mornin'\nI’m gonna chase you out of earth\nLucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'\nI’m from the murder capitol\nWhere we murder for capitol\nLucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'\nI’m gonna chase you out of earth\nLucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'\nSo you niggas change your attitude\nFor they askin' what happened to you\nLord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\nBut he also got a rightous 'cause for sinnin'\nThem a murder me so I gotta murder them first\nEmergency doctors performin procedures\nJesus, I ain’t tryin' to be facetious\nBut «Vengance is mine» said the Lord\nYou said it better than all, leave niggas on deaths door\nBreathin off respirators for killin' my best boy, haters\nOn permenant hiatus as I escape\nIn the Maybach Benz\nFly this then sanaa lathan\nPumpin' Brown Sugar by D’Angelo\nIn Los Angeles, like an evangelist\nHow can you introduce you to your maker?\nBring you closer to nature\nAshes after they cremate you bastards\nHope you been readin your psalms and chapters\nPayin' your tithes being good Catholics, I’m comin'\nLucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'\nI’m gonna chase you out of earth\nLucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'\nI’m from the murder capitol\nWhere we murder for capitol\nLucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'\nI’m gonna chase you out of earth\nLucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'\nSo you niggas change your attitude\nFor they askin' what happened to you, yes\nThis is Holy war I wet cha all with the Holy water\nSpray from the Heckler Koch auto\nMatic all the static shall cease to exist\nLike a sabbatical I throw a couple at you\nTake six, spread love to all of my dead thugs\nI’ll pour out a little Louie to a head above\nYes sir, and when I perish the meek shall inherit the earth\nUntil that time it’s on a poppin' Church\nLike Don Bishop the fifth upon cock either\nLift up your soul or give you the Holy Ghost please\nI leave ya in somebodys Cathedral\nAnd stuntin' like Evil Knievel\nI’ll let you see where that bright light lead you\nThe more you talk the more you irkin' us\nThe more you gonna need memorial services\nThe Black Album’s second verse is like\nDevil’s Pie save some dessert for us\nMan I gotta get my soul right\nI gotta get these devils out my life\nThese cowards gonna make a nigga ride\nThey won’t be happy till somebody dies\nMan I gotta get my soul right\n'For I’m locked up for my whole life\nEvertime it seems it’s all right\nSomebody want they soul to rise\nI’ll chase you off of this earth\nI got dreams of holdin' a Nine milla to Bobs killa\nAskin' him why? as my eyes fill up\nThese days I can’t wake up with a dry pillow\nGone but not forgotten holmes I still feel ya\nSo curse the day that birthed the bastard\nWho 'caused your Church mass, reverse the crash\nReverse the blast, and reverse the car\nReverse the day, and there you are\nBob Allah, Lord forgive him we all have sinned\nBut Bobs a good dude please let him in\nAnd if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge\nPlease blame it on the sun of the mournin'\nThanks again\n© CHARMAX MUSIC; UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT’L; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; YE WOR\nLD MUSIC; CARTER BOYS PUBLISHING;\nLucifer Sözleri, AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır.