Jay-Z - Lucifer Lyrics
See, See, SeeI'm from the murder capitol where we murder for capitolSee, See, SeeKanyeeze you did it again you a genius niggaSo you niggas change your attitude 'for they askin what happened to you[Verse One]Lord forgive himHe got them dark forces in himBut he also got a rightous cause for sinninThem a murder me so I gotta murder them firstEmergency doctors performin proceduresJesusI ain't tryin to be facetiousBut "Vengance is mine" said the LordYou said it better than allLeave niggas on deaths doorBreathin off res-por-ratorsfor killin my best boy, HATERSOn permanent hiatus as I skateIn the Mabach BenzFly this SANIA' LATHANPumpin "Brown Sugar" by D'AngeloIn Los AngelesLike an evangelistI can introduce you to your makerBring you closer to natureAshes after they cremate you bastardsHope you been readin your psalms and chaptersPayin your ties being good CatholicsI'm commin[Chorus]See, See, SeeI'm from the murder capitol where we murder for capitolSee, See, SeeSo you niggas change your attitude 'for they askin what happened to you[Verse Two]YesThis is Holly warI wet cha all with the Holly waterSpray from the Hetckler Koch autoMatic all the static shall cease to existLike a sabbatical I throw a couple at youTake sixSpread love to all of my dead thugsI'll pour out a little Louie til I head aboveYes SirAnd when I perishThe meek shall inherit the earthUntil that time it's on a poppin ChurchLike Don BishopThe fifth upon ***** eitherLift up your soul or give the Holly ghost pleaseI leave ya in somebodys CathederalAnd stuntin like Evil KenevilI'll let you see where that bright light lead youThe more you talk the more you irkin usThe more you gonna need memorial servicesThe Black Albums second verse is likeDevil's Pie save some dessert for usMan I gotta get my soul rightI gotta get these Devils out my lifeThese cowards gonna make a nigga rideThey won't be happy til somebody diesMan I gotta get my soul right'For i'm locked up for my whole lifeEvertime it seems it's all rightSomebody want they soul to rise(I'll chase you off of this Earth)[Verse Three]I got dreams of holdin a Nine millaTo Bobs killaAskin him "why?" as my eyes fill upThese days I can't wake up with a dry pillowGone but not forgotten holmes I still feel yaSO...Curse the day that birthed the bastardWho caused your Church massReverse the crashReverse the blastAnd reverse the carReverse the day, and there you areBob AllahLord forgive him we all have sinedBut Bobs a good dude please let him inAnd if you feel in my heart that I long for revengePlease blame it on the sun of the mourninThanks Again
