Don't Pray to Me

“On Sunday September 4th 1988, He came into existence. The prophets of ancient times have predicted his emergence. His Spirit lingered among us long before his incarnation, and will remain with us long after his disintegration. You will come to know him in time.”

 

Yeah

 

Comin from a village, Somewhere in the mountains,

Back when there were killings and people cussing and shoutin,

Back when there were wars, amidst of all the horror I was born,

And the older I became I grew more hardcore,

I shouldn’t warn these people anymore,

My music is the key to any door,

So I know I’d never rest til my fuckin face is seen in every store,

And I say fuck death n put my penis in the morgue,

I’m immortal,

I’ve been here since water,

I’ve been here since the earth was all covered in lava,

I been here since Eve, then she had her first daughter,

So I fucked that bitch and got your great grand fathers,

Shit, did I offend you?

Man I don’t give a fuck so why the fuck should I pretend to?

I’ma put the sick in classic, and, you gon’ be the ass in ass-kick,

Coz I’m kick-ass when I’m doin this rap shit,

 

“If you look into his eyes, you might see a God, or you might see a devil. However the truth, is merely a perspective”

 

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, Don’t Pray to ME!

 

 

Raised in Beirut city up in the middle east,

In between cold wars, corruption n littered streets,

At 22 I left, but it got me feelin bittersweet

It gave me all the rage and the passion to rip a beat, I shred em,

Get ‘em, I bled ‘em then I dead ‘em,

The force as I spit these thoughts could cause the Armageddon,

N I’m not one to take back all the words after I said em,

Even spiderman couldn’t purge me of my venommmm,

Poisoned from the thoughts instilled by media propaganda,

Assumin that I act a God with lyrics as I sang em,

But who are you to judge me off my delusions of grandeur,

I use em as a tool with which im diffusin my anger,

Its my weakness I should never let it get the best of me,

Attempt to walk the lonely road where greatness is my destiny,

But fuck alla the money I already got the recipe,

That’s bound to set me free and raise my status til im legendary!

 

“He never claims to be almighty. Though he will be considered by many a God in his own right”

 

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, Don’t Pray to ME!

 

 

I don’t need your pity, I don’t need your prayer,

You could call this the city of god n I’m the mayor,

All these rappers aint nothing lyrically I’ma slay ‘em

Kept killin in this rap game now I’m the only player, GOD DAMN,

Im a prodigious inventor,

These words im spittin make me seem an ominous offender,

N im comin from the only place that’s hotter than my temper,

While your brushin off the dust , I been brushin off the embers,

My N-WORDS,

Im the fuckin incredible,

Hip hop has been fallin off Im here to raise the pedestal,

To a better level where it never ever was,

Like a million angry hornets way I’m creatin a buzz, Muthafuckaz listen up,

Im here to have a feast,

Couldn’t satisfy my hunger for the beats I gotta eat,

But now that I’m unleashed, I’m here to raise hell,

So don’t pray for me, pray for yourselves, motherfuckers.

 

“Thus he has spoken to us with the voice of a human, A mere reflection of what he truly is despite his adoration”

 

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, But you could bow down to me

Don’t Pray to Me, Don’t Pray to ME!

 

“Though his worship could not be contained, he urges them not to pray to him. An occasional bow to his masterful craft is inevitable, but should suffice. You will come to remember him as: Rappone. “