The Trinity

Lyrics

[Hook: 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 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 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 principles 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 The can't inseminate hearts, only leave an impotent stain See I fathered the game go check the record books When rappers couldn't get DJs to play em like the second hooks And nowadays vultures are circling And certain men are working in tandem To plan the downfall of the culture I am [?] 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 am Father [Hook: 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 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 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 dominoes 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 sacks 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 Desolation of Nations, uh 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 floss, 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 (all) They doubt my sacrifice, they walk away they stumble and fall (fall) Know that my word is scripture You blessed if I am standing with you (yea) But question the vessel, you're messing with something spiritual oh! (oh) I died a couple times so you could flourish (flourish) Gave you love and I encourage But damn it your heart is porous (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? (morning?) I am the son that you condemn 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 (pew pew) Hope the bitch that you was tempted by You semper fi (you understand) Blood splattered, the brain matter His bones shattered (huh) Your thrown backwards, your dome scattered Your chrome shattered (huh) Son is turning to Sun, burning, I've gone savage (hey) I'm hands off o' you nigga, carry your own baggage (yea) If I ain't want you to shine you would be gone, banished (banished) Finished, famished, you showed me how sinister man is (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? (yay) The son of man or you gon tell them the truth (truth) I ain't do you no evil nigga, only evil was you (you) The son of man has come to tell you the truth I ain't do you no evil nigga, all the evil's from you (yea yea yea yea) [Hook: MI Abaga] Father son and holy ghost Gimme blessing till I overdose (pour it) It's like you knew niggas will do the most It's why you gifted me a pen to coast