Hail your Mary,
full up of your graces, wash off all the dirt from off una faces
Mercury: The darkest thing is a mans religion,
don't doubt me, ask a Palestinian for his rendition.
I bounce streets with my crucifixion,
these angles with their dirty faces
can't see beyond the contradiction.
Sip the juice from the cup of wisdom,
see beyond their false fallacies and wicked city system.
It's endemic, we a fight can you hear it?
Many people try, die searching for the spirit.
My best spar turn muslimite,
now he's telling me he can't stand Christians or Israelites.
Persecuting me cos I smoke the weed,
put my tongue upon the ham and digest the beef.
I'm a sinner, the devil comes just to dark it,
spiritually lacking, so the word I can't talk it.
Unofficially, my soul forsaken sacrificial,
just because I can't hang with something superficial!
Alkaline: Snug like a bug up in a my culture,
iniquity works not work from the eagle nor the culture.
Cool and calm,
stars when I born must have formed and blessed me with a psalm.
Vice are my weeds and my garms,
wits are my charm, when I place them with the verse in a your palms.
Likes are the fights for the struggling,
don't like mic's in the hands of the cause of the buggering.
I raise my hands, want make plans, want no grief from a set of mans.
I don't want lands,
don't want grands, keep unu lies and your bag of sands.
Cos I do know I must go, when my name call upon the rocky road.
True I god bless, cross my chest and bring sense to the dirtiness!
Mercury: With the ancient manuscripts I foresee a
prophecy, loose lips sink battleships in middle eastern seas.
A disease new evolve shrivels people like a
raisin, extending from the left hand finger of Satan!
Catatonia!!
Coming from ancient Babylonia,
the Gunshot crew hit you with the millennia phobia.
Black like obeah,
bless the beats like druids, me and Alkaline and White
Child-Rix flow like fluid!
Architect the hex, re-direct the flex,
seek benediction if you can't catch them style yet!
I'ts the lyrical showdown,
blessed with skepticism, Christianity versus Catholicism.
Keep the things duchy now the priest want to bash
us, cross my heart twice upon the road to Damascus.
We bust and we fly, out of order boy still asking me why!

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