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Cant Knock me Down

Take a toast to the ghost man

You would float with your boat till it sank in the ocean

Keep on speaking on me but I'm speaking blessings on em

Cause I know these demons on em and they ain't saying nothing

They been out here bluffing

But I really came from nothing to something

And you can fear that, feel that, get ya field pack

Coming back like it's a seal that broke

Now you blowing smoke in the field that I envoked

Holy Spirit intact

Now you a ghost that's an exile

You will be a re-style

You will be the next to tell

You a industry plant

And this the children of the corn

While you jumping off without a chord

Need a parachute

Now you stuck up in a cage

You was perishable

Cant Knock me down

Take a toast to the ghost man

You would float with your boat till it sank in the ocean

Holy Ghost gave me real facts

I ain't have to steal that

Real golds in the wheat field

Sifting through the weak still

While you squeeze up in the wine press

I'ma be sipping up on the finest

Check please, God gave me recipes

For the chicken and the protein

Keep on roasting rotisserie

For the flavor what he told me

Never looking back and that's the old me

No tourniquet cause Jesus gave his blood

That's the OG

Add a D with the love

That's what they owe me

Got the key to the house and that's what he sold me

Speaking life to the dead and now they rise up

Kick a demon out your head and watch you light up

Imagination running wild, he got the lighter

Passion deep inside and it's on fire

Burning intuition, I'm inspired

Engraved by the lessons that was written by the pen

Of the scribes of the seraphim