CHRIST'S CAKE.

[Intro] Ay, man The boat dock, yo [Verse] In all honesty, I wanted to be melodic But imitating such a golden vocalist would be idiotic I had to pay homage as soon as I got the news Finna go cruisin' in the rain banging Voodoo Extra brown sugar on my slice of devil's pie The church is still on the move, for the millionth and ninth time I told Juice, i'm not D'Angelo, but I'm the angel though The day they crucify me, I'mma go to hell and make it snow Soon as it freeze over, I'll return with a vengeance I know the ledge and the landlord disturbing the tenants The nervе of you n*ggas, Herb got you all perturbed Wе authored the art of war, you trying to draw pictures No talking to officers, off with your head I really wish a n*gga would, like a carpenter I swear to god, they lean on everything I write Like cursive curse words, word I sampled Angie and told 'em love was the law Had Miller Mac, Rapsody, and Solana singing along She wrote about the black brother I wrote about the black mother The chicken came before the egg, was the hypothesis But, never mind, still bugging I fumbled on the Mafiathon They worried about my mental health and what kinda drugs I'm on What's crazy is, had I been high, I really would've went off But that's besides the point, like the nine digits I want I bring the ruckus, you can't go where I go, uncle Real visionary, you suffering from revertiligo, yo Jesus, please take the wheel Lord have Murcielago on my soul Ay, slim, the premonitions are vivid, I saw all this, man Clean green in my hand, my palm olive My thoughts toppling yours, elephantitis My balls bigger than yours I wrestle with titans, ain't gotta say pause, nah Cut from the cloth of the Mayans, as well as the Moors What more can I say to y'all but, what? Behold, a black horse? Revolutions 6:8 TDA That's all [Outro] For now, at least, I sing- [mumbles] I don't know the lyrics, it was just a thought Long live, long live D, you know what I mean If you ain't- if you didn't- if you didn't have Brown Sugar on cassette, don't talk to me Yeah, cut it right out [?] It's the juice of all trades TDE, big BMR NEMbers only B-O-A-T S-O-U-L-O H-O-3 Slim, wake your ass up, n*gga You know what i'm saying? pass me my [?] Hip-hop, hip-hop I'm still KRS-Two, too, shoutouts to Statik Selekt', like I talked to him, he gave me the blessing What's that? the soul clap? I really do this shit, man The man behind the shade, you know what i'm saying? Pastor Black Lip, YMF, you know what I'm saying? I'm all that Abstract asshole, all that [?] yacht Soulo