Del-N'quent - The River Lyrics

Funeral pyres burn brighter than the sun
The dogmatic friar preaching about the chosen ones
The bright red bullfighter dead in a hit and run
And the scripture writer philosophizes with the handgun
The truth we sought will never be revealed
The pastor shot, while at the pews we kneeled
The mental hot, could melt the penitentiary steel
Assassination orders stamped with the president's seal
Pop the cap make sure the Tupperware is sealed
Cross the map, leave not a space to spare on the field
The hall is trapped, enemies grip the pistol with wheels
You motherf*ckers are wack, I'm hot like burning crack
I figure that I'm the most stable madman alive
I'm on my King Kong shit watch me scale the highrise
When I'm on a killing spree, watch me watch the time fly
I'm still yet to figure out if I can really die
We Dodge attacks, you slaughter facts in your mind
We jump the gaps in between all of space and time
Our backs are overlapped with shoulder straps of the MACs
The enemy's head is gift wrapped, wait till Christmas till we clap
The resident will contradicts the soul's desire
Prometheus, guide us we want to sell fire
The way the parents feel corrupts the child sired
And dead men may purge their sins in hellfire
The resident will contradicts the soul's desire
Prometheus, guide us we want to sell fire
The way the parents feel corrupts the child sired
And dead men may purge their sins in hellfire
Drown in the river of sin son, we drowning in the river of sin
Drown in the river of sin son, we drowning in the river of sin
Drown in the river of sin son, we drowning in the river of sin
Drown in the river of sin son, we drowning in the river of sin
Dead on arrival, I erase the last hope for survival
The idle disciple script the 67th book of the Bible
Rocked tens and mac dozens tell me what was that cousin
The poor man must have hives the way I get the trap buzzing
Drugs in the bathroom, they blacken the tiles
The ghetto street child gaining a hustler's smile
Lack of compassion, and addiction to action
One soldier down, an now the ego's amassing
My rhymes transcend time, knock the loincloth off a caveman
Space too, when I spit they hear me in the Cayman
I plan to make them pay man, what else is there to say then
He must be a chemist, there's a lab in his basement
The resident will contradicts the soul's desire
Prometheus, guide us we want to sell fire
The way the parents feel corrupts the child sired
And dead men may purge their sins in hellfire
Purge 'em sins in hellfire
We purge 'em sins