Glossolalia Lyrics

Oh no

He talkin in that language

Oh that MJ

He's talkin to his friends in that language

Oh

They came up with that language after I got kicked out

We don't know what they're saying

Even the boss don't know what they're saying

He's talkin to heaven, oh no

What are we gonna do

How are we gonna know what they're up to

Oh no

Oh you think I'm drunk

Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump

Oh you think my crunk

Come from some booger sugar that I bumped

They don't want no funk

My cadence switch up gottem slumped

How I did my blunts

Roll'em in carpets puttem in the trunk

What up yo let me tell you how it was told

They don't know satan nem can't crack the code

And they can't cut the comms no no no

Sender receiver ta Heaven continuous flow

Uninterrupted message not corrupted

Bout ta get they butt kicked with an abrupt hit

Couldn't duck quick when the language switch

Violin pluck it throw an anguished fit

When you walk the walk you outline demons in white chalk

Intercede war hawk real spill no Jack no bean stalk

In satan ears all he hears is a bunch of squawk

Prolly how Charlie Brown teacher sound when she talk

Hands up head ta the sky while I edify

Sending prayers to the throne room that'll never die

Shut up in ya bones gotcha lit Holy Ghost fire

If they say you don't need tongues all them suckas a lie

Break up hell's airwaves in the earth

Lift up your voices with that heavenly sound

Disturb the enemy's camp; send a divine RPG to them clowns

Hell is talkin about you, you have them trembling

Oh you think I'm drunk

Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump

Oh you think my crunk

Come from some booger sugar that I bumped

They don't want no funk

My cadence switch up gottem slumped

How I did my blunts

Roll'em in carpets puttem in the trunk

Oh you think I'm drunk

Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump

Oh you think my crunk

Come from some booger sugar that I bumped

They don't want no funk

My cadence switch up gottem slumped

How I did my blunts

Roll'em in carpets puttem in the trunk

Oh no ain't no shame that I'm fluent in heaven's slang

I'm like ole Eddie Kane and them demons can't hang with the flame

Minions won't stay calm cuz God gave me napalm

Hotter than lake of fire sprayem with holy radon

Jesus lit my wick like John a man that hits

Scriptures stuffed in clips like parabellum tips

Prepared for war bring the drama ta hell's front door

And there's more of us than are with them galore

Sleepin on us ain't no creepin on us

Keepin notice of my flesh better speak when spoken

Godly glossolalia real no fakin bruh

It's so divine you can find in Acts 2 the 4th line

I haven't been po'in up water or juice in my cup

I haven't been sippin and no fat optimo spliffin

I received this tool that I use from the most Holy One

If you choose you can have it too I'm not the only one

Oh you think I'm drunk

Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump

Oh you think my crunk

Come from some booger sugar that I bumped

They don't want no funk

My cadence switch up gottem slumped

How I did my blunts

Roll'em in carpets puttem in the trunk

Uhh hoo, hoo, hoo

You ever hear'em sing in that language

I don't like it and I know they're talkin bad about us.

But it sure does sound purty