No prasad in the devil's kitchen
If I know my God know He never misses
Empty dishes peckish for the sacrilegious
Catch the ichthys heavy nets I'm back to fishing
Back for dinner Ramsey with the Lamb's Blood
Catch me sippin' I'm handy with the brass mugs
Get delivered sacraments are stacked up
Famished but the raps keep it Samuel with the facts
I heard that being a prophet is an honour but I'm weaker than my dealings
I bet it all on the offering
Word to Leonardo we ain't starving man
I'm seated with Jesus if I eat I'm gobbling all of it
Sip that Dear Departed for the martyrs
Hope the demons never see 'em that healing's harder than harbouring
I can't ignore my calling I'm an artist This is larger than the beef if I speak I'm conjuring God in this
Pardon the orifice oh pardon my mouth
Cart in the condiments I'm just a seasoned pawn at the heart of it
I'm not a target I'm not involved in the politics
I'm just parting the waters No followers just a cause, I guess
Blood in the faucets I fill my cup with it all
I don't need no cutlery nah just a Caesar's cut for the charlatans
Shot in the dark and these haunted halls are an artifice
I'm just carving the consciousness need a carpenter's promises
These are the troubles speed bumps
Demon's confronted
When seeing people's abundance just deepens their discomfort
They comment and follow like the Apostles but still disloyal
Bitter as Castor Oil they dig you ditches in soil
Like how you on your phone hung up on a bitch's ensemble
But can't pick yourself up when reality calls you
It's awkward
Wanna say that you're wrong but I can't fault you
We all got a cross to bear Christ if it ain't torture
That's why I'm offish whole family need a Morpheus
That little nigga Neo on pills dream walking
Holy Trinity God's son on the spirit and toxins
No nutrition it's Pakistan tinned fish from the corner
The matriarch broken, the heavy load of payments y'all owe 'em
You still got time to be petty, outspoken
Smell the coffee, we all day in the tropics
You scanning the trending topics I'm 4k for your optics
Outswag Versace with a Robert Marley
Chant down the Barbie
Carbon copies can't outmatch the godly
That's Kawasaki vs a Harley
Hardly apt to dance with titans from an African horizon
Sun might rise again
Jokers need a harlequin like poets need a barbican
The towers of my heartstrings nonpartisan
They're barging in, bargaining prices This ain't a market friend
Only way out of this shit is an offering
Hand me my chalice and have me back in my catacomb
Havin' me fancy I'm gallant, snacking on abalone
That's abalone my salad is Adam's no
And I'm avid for having more than can handle fatten my bag of gold
Captured by Babylon
The lion of Judah imbibing on Rupert after 9 I'm lying in a stupor
My wine is fuchsia my body Kaivalya Sutra
The timing is crucial
I'm dining with Brahmins and Buddhists a sign
Sweet Jesus be the reason or the Riesling
I'd sip it through the vine but see the green ones aren't in season
I'm casting out these lines I need the sea to feed the people
Imagine all the times I needed peace, and got a piece of
Preachers and parables
These are the narratives of the weak and the ravenous
I ain't speaking of Africans
Flatten your talons we're catching salmon on landing
They're stacking crabs in a barrel I'm thanking Adam for sharing