(Chorus - MI Abaga)
Father son and holy ghost, gimme blessing till I overdose, I got a lotta haters lotta foes but I'm the nigga that they owe that they owe the mostFather son and holy ghost, I know they want to see a nigga comatose
I got a lotta haters lotta foes but I'm the nigga that they owe that they owe the most
(Verse 1 - MI Abaga)
Had a friend from Senegal, who told me you gon send them all packing, so sit back and light a Dutch produce and end them all
They're gon try to pretend at all your event because they can sense that you're invincible highly focused and integral to the game
And maybe your principals are the same, they all the victims of shamers, they sit and wait they shall reign
The differences between you and these simpletons is insane, they can't inseminate hearts, only leave an impotent stain, yeah
See I fathered the game go check the record books, when rappers couldn't get DJs to play em like the second hooks
Nowadays vouchers vulture a circling and certain men are working in tantrum to plan the downfall of the culture
I am Eden (?), the father, your daddy, the wisdom, the savvy, the blueprint you tried altering
If you've lost road, I'm the source code, I am boss mode, come sit at my feet imma teach you that I'm the last poet, I’m father
(Chorus - MI Abaga)
Father son and holy ghost, gimme blessing till I overdose, I got a lotta haters lotta foes but I'm the nigga that they owe that they owe the most
Father son and holy ghost, I know they want to see a nigga comatose
I got a lotta haters lotta foes but I'm the nigga that they owe that they owe the most
(Verse 2 - AQ)
Feel the holy ghost, it's reassuring that this anointing will only follow those who get the message and can express it until the homie knows, who learn the lesson, in one direction, they fall like dominos
When the spirit moves, I'm in rooms with fire figures, you pharisees, your fantasies are sacrilegious
I'm the hand that raise a man with hard corrections, stacking stacks on sax like Sunday service tithe collections
I'm giving vision, the revelations of a 1000 hours till perfection, the inner section of the crown is ours
I've been around since time created dinosaurs sat in crowds that got aroused by Diana Ross
In a space that only relates to Santa Claus, I'm like a myth but giving gifts is my kind of job
I rip scenes and strip clean the victims, desolations of Nations, I am the east wing
Casualties is human life, f*** your human rights, when I move the body count is grounded, sugar-like
They fear me but hear me I am the comforter, I am peace, I am war, I am cold, the hot water
My pen is flaws, my flow is like the day of Pentecost, to understand that I make you speak a different language
Read the signs read between the lines unless it's Mayweather, then I'm raining punches, I'm undefeated, who can say better
This rappers are false prophets, I am not with them, they prophesy lies and visions, spread it with confidence
They don't paint no pictures, they Photoshopping and cropping them, the day of reckoning is when we come for them
(Verse 3 - MI Abaga)
Incompetent artist labels and managers, I cover them all, they doubt my sacrifice, they walk away they stumble and fall
Know that my word is scripture, you blessed if I am standing with you but question the vessel, you're messing with science, spiritual oh
I died a couple times so you could flourish, gave you love and I encourage but damn it your heart is porous
And now that you've left me, how are you faring, are you soaring, somewhere foreign, touring, rising like the sun is every morning
I am the son that you condemned to die, every time that you tell em lies but my life is indemnified
So next time that you mention I am shooting at you, hope the bitch that you was tempted by you semplifies
Blood splattered, the brain matter, his bones shattered, you thrown backwards, your dome scattered is chrome shattered
Son is turning to Sun, burning, I've gone savage, I'm hands off you nigga, carry your own baggage
If I didn’t want you to shine you would be gone, banished, finished, famished, you showed me how sinister man is
You're on your own now but no motion can't figure mechanics, what you gone tell em this time, who you gon blame for the damage
The son of man or you gon tell them the truth, I ain't do you no evil nigga, only evil was you
The son of man has come to tell you the truth
I ain't do you no evil nigga, all the evil's in you
(Outro)
Father son and holy ghost, gimme blessing till I overdose, It’s like you knew niggas would do the most, that’s why you gave me your Pentecost
