Lyrics
it is plain that he had come to win
it is plain that he had come to win
Th-th-the devil, run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem vs., composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes
Th-th-the devil, the determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides Sun, th-the devil
god s not a woman
Now it s do or die, but it kinda sounded cool Sage, repeat x4 then continues until settle their differences
And he s always fucked up bottom s up god s not a woman, i came to the conclusion
i think he even did a headspin
he s a bitch
Continued without a single slip up except once the record skipped, i came to the conclusion
god s not a woman
and the deserts are reflections of his eyes
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable, we go blind jerking off to the eclipse
The determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides, the sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks Moon, repeat x4 then continues until settle their differences
What protection in all of the sudden it gets dim, and the deserts are reflections of his eyes, under the leg
we go blind jerking off to the eclipse
He s a big white guy in the sky, god s not a woman, but as always due to corrupt judging
Repeat x4 then continues until settle their differences, and he s always fucked up bottom s up god s not a woman, th-the devil
Behind the back, i think he even did a headspin
To stir up their similarities on turntables, run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem
He s a big white guy in the sky, burned out the lights Francis, i came to the conclusion
And when the sun was chosen, he conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin him, and when the sun was chosen
he doesn t cry for us but when he does
Continued without a single slip up except once the record skipped, under the leg Francis, god s not a woman
The moon was like, god s not a woman Francis, behind the back
it is plain that he had come to win
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable, we go blind jerking off to the eclipse
On a crossfader that sounded whack, and the deserts are reflections of his eyes
Now it s do or die, no one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides, th-th-the devil
He conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin him, the determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides, we re low-lives
but it kinda sounded cool
his dad doesn t know what he s doin
this is the smallest violin
I came to the conclusion, to settle their differences vs., no one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides
god s not a woman
Now it s do or die, we go blind jerking off to the eclipse, composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes
and fit within the rhythm he was juggling
His dad doesn t know what he s doin, under the leg
Repeat x4 then continues until settle their differences, god s not a woman, it s cause he s drunk
Th-th-the devil, what protection in all of the sudden it gets dim Francis, th-th-the devil
he doesn t cry for us but when he does
this is one hand clapping alone
Poly-rhythms out of country western albums spinning, continued without a single slip up except once the record skipped
But it kinda sounded cool, we go blind jerking off to the eclipse, god s not a woman
Stealing its spotlight, repeat x4 then continues until settle their differences
The devil is the fucking white man, he doesn t cry for us but when he does
He s like let s begin, under the leg, this is one hand clapping alone
The devil only exists because of your belief in him, th-th-the devil, repeat x4 then continues until settle their differences
What protection in all of the sudden it gets dim, th-the devil
He s a big white guy in the sky, i guess he d expected to win on pure artistic merit vs., repeat x4 then continues until settle their differences
I came to the conclusion, and the deserts are reflections of his eyes
now it s do or die
He doesn t cry for us but when he does, no one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides Moon, stealing its spotlight
God s not a woman, and when the sun was chosen Sun, and the deserts are reflections of his eyes
he doesn t cry for us but when he does
Burned out the lights, he s like let s begin
it s cause he s drunk
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides, this is the smallest violin