[Intro: Heaven's Gate]
Now you say you keep saying us, who do you think you are, huh?
I in all honesty, must acknowledge my Father
My Father is not a human father
My Father is a member, of the Evolutionary Level, Above Human
The Kingdom of God, the Kingdom of Heaven
[Verse 1: CRIMEAPPLE]
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In real life have you gargling water out the pishadoo
I'm a living brick of coke, they say I'm a goat but he a mule
Only thing I got in common with your broke homie, I eat your food
Before I had the beard, I was in The Bricks making jewelers rich
Water on my wrist and I was moving with a school of fish
A bunch of tweakers calling my line to find Nemo
But now they know the words from Tahiti to Toledo
A couple washed up rappers aggy, offended by my ego
Shit, I don't even got no ego
I just know that we don't need no, line of communication
Man, I'd rather talk to my pops, or talk to my guap
In fact, I don't be talking a lot
You learn to say a little less around these pelicans like Okafor
And the force God'll hunt you, got sniffers looking like Voldemort
Nah, I just pull up in foreigns and hit bitches that's spoken for
Get off my sight, keep going and try not being a schmuck
When you this notorious, they wanna see you bleed in the truck
Except my haters all judge, I wouldn't even, tuh
Wouldn't even come up to me and say, "Hey
I don't fuck with you CRIME"
Wouldn't even look me in the eye and say that
Huh, you crazy? My passport look like Kat Von D
And I smell better than all you nasty motherfuckers
Over here sucking dick sideways
Now you say you keep saying us, who do you think you are, huh?
I in all honesty, must acknowledge my Father
My Father is not a human father
My Father is a member, of the Evolutionary Level, Above Human
The Kingdom of God, the Kingdom of Heaven
[Verse 1: CRIMEAPPLE]
Save this lecture for Twitter, we can keep it cool
In real life have you gargling water out the pishadoo
I'm a living brick of coke, they say I'm a goat but he a mule
Only thing I got in common with your broke homie, I eat your food
Before I had the beard, I was in The Bricks making jewelers rich
Water on my wrist and I was moving with a school of fish
A bunch of tweakers calling my line to find Nemo
But now they know the words from Tahiti to Toledo
A couple washed up rappers aggy, offended by my ego
Shit, I don't even got no ego
I just know that we don't need no, line of communication
Man, I'd rather talk to my pops, or talk to my guap
In fact, I don't be talking a lot
You learn to say a little less around these pelicans like Okafor
And the force God'll hunt you, got sniffers looking like Voldemort
Nah, I just pull up in foreigns and hit bitches that's spoken for
Get off my sight, keep going and try not being a schmuck
When you this notorious, they wanna see you bleed in the truck
Except my haters all judge, I wouldn't even, tuh
Wouldn't even come up to me and say, "Hey
I don't fuck with you CRIME"
Wouldn't even look me in the eye and say that
Huh, you crazy? My passport look like Kat Von D
And I smell better than all you nasty motherfuckers
Over here sucking dick sideways
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