The Penitent Thief Lyrics

Bambu smoke, world's finest

Ash the cherry on the Fine China, this fine dining

Beforehand, our plate was full

Now we got Lordy viewing Basquiat setting foot in Babilu

Regard the many and respect the few

The Five Percenters, who not limited to a point of view

Rip scripture from the Book of Enoch, apply it to your worldview

Now you see truth, you see a potential coup d'état

Hostiles within the enemy lines

Congregating is wise if you're seeking your demise

One can only tell you so many times

Who claim Messiah?

This must be the only guy I can pass as through the sands of time

Right past the Gazan youth burned alive, for every body charred is a lie buried alive

The strife has already strived

We take compromise off the counter top when genocide arrives

Walking right into penance for a penitent thief, on behalf of the Elohim

Well see, I view this black hole as the source like product shipped from Medellin

It's all about what you do with it

My mic know my darkest secrets, no wonder I'm spooning it

You choosing to lose it

It's all in the orbito frontal cortex

You see, you hear them coming you call the audible

Intellect not measured by the lack of a monocle, the all seeing must be all logical

So I deem decision making an honorable concept depending on your deen

With that being, I'm calling to be topped off in something tropical

The Poet of Babylon got his cock swallowed full

Everytime I speak, musk on Elon

Before it's fermented, sprayed on whoever I

Choose for it to be on

Some truth for you to chew on, my troops was moving snow and mud through every season and re-upped

Trap like a french bakery, flipping Chicken Friands

Me, I'm usually buzzed, lightheaded to infinity and beyond

The better weed I smoke, the more soil I plant my seed on

High and grounded, but don't feel the dirt I plant my feet on

Still showing them how we maneuver, word to Leon

A real soldier

Now me and Puzzle connecting pieces, gemstones, platinum diamonds on the Daytona

Your shit remain dormant

These niggas ain't rapping, they just talking like some paid informants

All that dogfood, would've thought homie owned a Cane Corso

Ain't no porno, but I ain't shooting blanks out this Sig Sauer

Nigga it's Mal

Pen or paint brush

We paint houses lush red till the rain comes

Let the waters flush, blood from the rooftops

Y'all undercover pussy, like fupas

Where my loofah? You niggas scrubs

Now I gotta dip rap in solution, way y'all polluted the movement