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