Brii Alexandria - R. I. Z Lyrics

Praise Elohim I've arisen from my grave
I was dead to the earth, I am no longer a slave
I've been called out from amongst them
I'm no longer in my cave
Welcome to the land of a visionary
We ascend when we pray
There's fire in my veins
Fire in my veins

I ascended from earth
With a plan in my hand
On a mission
Got a vision
Hope ya listen
To the way, I break out dimensional prisons
Spaceships
On my lips
Loaded twist
Ima trip
Caught me future spittin

I'm Jesus fiend, Looking through your soul
Human time machine, taking over the globe
I mean I was never really worried about fittin the mold
The Little masterpiece, they only sculpt from gold
And, they, trip, when, I, rip, and, rhyme, like, this, they don't want, the smoke, they, been, asking, for
Could you tell me more

I was really tryna take em to the moon, real soon, 12 noon
I'm immune to the typhoon
In my room writing monsoons
For the premonition of the vision
They gon lose it if they miss it
They don't listen
To the idioms
Like lithium
Different equilibrium
Blow it to oblivion
Calling me Olympian
I'm so brilliant
Running through meridians
Power to a zillion

Consecrate for the faith.
To arise on the 3rd day
It's a new wraith and a new spade
Don't drown homie
We don't swim homie
We just walk on water homie
Call it groundwater homie

I'm a tidal wave
Learning to behave
The Verb prodigy
Cerebral tsunami

It's no little things
When you dealing with a Queen
Killin and spraying
With the words that she saying

Took off running through the game
Make you wanna say my name
Power isn't in the fame
But you wouldn't call me sane
I'm the one who made it rain
Making gimmicks feel ashamed
Causing double pain
Guess I'm taking all the blame

Wake the dead
Get them up
Get them up
We're on a mission
Get em up
Dig the graves now

Blaw Blaw
Straight for the head
I ain't playing with the devil
I ain't on my meds
All I see is red
I ain't even tryna go to bed
I ain't had no sleep
I ain't even really gotta make my bed

They say Wakanda's forever, forever
Think I'm in Too deep
Just forgive my endeavors
Lord, Lord grip me, please
They think I won't pull the trigger while I grip my cheese
Literally
Climbing the clock
Like I'm hickory dock
I don't got the time
So I make stop
And watch the crowd rock
While I'm spit spitting my game
Heard my verses leave earth
They ain't take the plane

Stepping on the beat
Grab the atmosphere,
Different Troposphere
It's another level when I feel it in my chest
Too immortal for the stress
Wishing yall the best
But y'all calling me a mess
Is it really for the best