Priddy Ugly Spiritual Warfare
[Verse 1]
The physical realm is in spiritual warfare
Demons, angels and humans and spirits are all there
Devil singin' in hymns and he's preaching the Lord's prayer
Priests are rapin' the children, on bibles they all swear
Respect the soil, when you die you gon' fall there
And you don't bury yourself that's word to the Pallbearer
Karma is a bitch and when she's wet it smell like dog hair
And cloth tears, pray your material God spares
We cryin' salt tears
Men arе killin' our women, don't think the law cares
Missin' kids and I pray for parеnts that lost theirs
The pearly gates are narrow, we climbin' up some broad stairs, yeah
Really I'm the God in my bar tier
You outta shape, run big circles 'round your small squares
I'm like the sun, you can look but you can't stare
Sort of like Medusa is my mom, now you all scared
[Chorus]
Reach into your soul
Deep into your soul
Tweak the features of your soul, because the reaper wants your soul
You the keeper of your goal
Better keep your armour gold
Keep a secret enveloped
Now eek a steeper path to go
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on a roll
So much heat my speakers on the stove
Keep your karma close
You under oath, so keep it honest though
With the flows, I'm a garden hose
My art is cold with a heart of gold
The soil reaps what the farmer sows
[Verse 2]
They signin' slave deals, no wonder their backs are bleedin'
Stretchin' your characters, so all of you actors reachin'
I know her ass appealin'
Don't give a ratchet semen
Or get a kid that it wasn't your plan on keepin'
I stay schemin'
Readin' maps of meanin' and day dreamin' about when the sun slapped the evenin'
Saw Mars dance with Venus
She tongue banged his penis
Fake pastors preachin', they prayin' you catch your demons
[Chorus]
Reach into your soul
Deep into your soul
Tweak the features of your soul, because the reaper wants your soul
You the keeper of your goal
Better keep your armour gold
Keep a secret enveloped
Now eek a steeper path to go
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on a roll
So much heat my speakers on the stove
Keep your karma close
You under oath, so keep it honest though
With the flows, I'm a garden hose
My art is cold with a heart of gold
The soil reaps what the farmer sows
[Refrain]
Pay close attention to the stories your fathers told
Our forefathers blows
Scars mould, we harbour those
Dominos, go down you know
A child is bound to grow
And if you down a loaf, then count the dough
Amount you owe
[Outro]
