Sermon On The Mount ft. Lord Jessiah Lyrics

Approached by the end of my wits

I'm stressed

Blowing bottomless pits of piff

Find a means to escape boarding 767 jets

Like Outbound scheduled departure

I'm never late

We all want a slice of the pie

More or less

Just beware of the man with the knife when he's hard pressed

I'm like a baby on his born day two handfuls of cake

Still feel the weight of the morgue

It's on my shoulders

How much more can a nigga take

We make war over dinner plates

Cutting lines need larger proportions

I savor the moment

It's sinking in

This how the success taste

Wisdom of the ages

Finest bottle of pressed grapes

Today drink and be merry tomorrow's the death date

It's different layers of currents

Some warm and cozy

I'm cold chills

Life's ill

Make a grown man cry

When the layers of the onion get peeled

Make your bed

Sleep you'll get buried

The block's hot

Passes is rushed

Hand to hands get hurried

Survival's a must

So examine the pistol ensure it's worthy of my trust

I'm getting bogged down like it's a war

But it's life

Ran w/shooters known off of the court

Shoot out your lights

Who bloodsport like it's it in their nature

Won't blink twice

The cup runneth over abundant

21 shots for the soldiers that's hunted

Big gulps not small sips

Over the lips through the gums

Straight to the stomach it's stiff