Half Way Through Psalms 1 K.A.A.N.

[Intro]
Now I've been workin' like a slave, perfectin' my lines
Makin' sure this automatic flow can blow your fuckin' mind

[Hook]
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
Now let this mothafucka rise until you feel the soul
To change the way the people thinkin'
Lord that's my only goal

[Verse 1]
My rhymes are contortionist analytical torture
Could stab and slash your aorta while smokin' hash in the fortress
This metaphorical fortune for which I've rationed the portions
It's all aesthetically gorgeous priority it's important
I'm simulating intercourse with the sound of my recordings
While stimulating your mind not confine do in support
It's the pen is my lifeline thy mind soul and my body
The teachings of Helter Skelter, the violence of kamikazes
But I try to preach peace when I speak like Mahatma Gandhi
The hierarchy of rap and my concepts are impeccable
Flow is highly respectable, do it like a professional
Repentance for my sins, like I stepped in a confessional
Pray for me