Fashawn - Hallelujah lyrics

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Fashawn - Hallelujah lyrics

[Verse 1: Fashawn] Ayo, hoes holler hallelujah, how I maneuver Pa**enger's side with Ruger, connoisseur My mind is a sewer, infested with garbage Crime, rhyming and music, disrespecting the market Like a Mexican martyr, boy, I do it to d**h Nothing left with the carca**, squeeze a Tec on the target Aim the wreck at your artist, flames, a mess on the carpet Then hit everything except for the daughter Cat burglar to a merciful murderer Certainly not with the circus, they trying serve I'm either too hood for my own good Or I'm too good for my own hood Cold is the climate in the hearse Where they found me in the dirt, too demonic for the church I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth This is ghetto gossip while I work [Verse 2: Rapsody] Live from Venice, the southern menace Put me in the Guinness for raising hell up for all the sinners High as tinters, violinists, I string them all along Tied to the flow like water skis in the red ocean Hang like an apostrophe, any MC no Qu'ran I prayed to the God, then prayed on their bodies all at once Sun setting, never regretting the day's events are gone Forgive me for my sins, with everything that I pen my palm Sweaty, sick as spaghetti, my noodle machete sharp To n***as that wanna spark, I pray for you, hallelujah Quick as a cougar when I maneuver You spit manure, eating Peruvian in my rishwa pen Pretty Julia Roberts, I'm a woman robbing you Of your coolness, hard to reach like the stewardess Underground like the sewage is, who f**ing with the kid? Did this show evidence? International, such an animal, yeah I really been k**ing on the daily, you n***as crazy and asterisk Star, follow me you could probably find the manger I been major, it's Rapsody, boy [Verse 3: Rakaa] I don't trust the score, I've been baffled by judges' cards before Never leave it in their hands, that's the art of war I learned the proper punching power started from the floor Ground up, renovate, a wall is just another door Resurrected like the phoenix, blazing every stage Spread my wings and fly, but gravity's a heavy cage Hellfire and heaven's rage on every page Revelation propaganda, maybe it's the seven plagues Aiming at the tower, same commercial, different station They stuck on training wheels and tracing paper, vapor chasing I'm half amazing, a quarter sinner, a quarter savior Fascinated, Rakaa seen the wretched paint the righteous painting My travel agent's favorite, preacher's son, no sign of fading The lights weaponized, fireworks at night displaying The blazing arrows fly, a thousand points of light just raining Careful when you're in the quarters, chariots are hydroplaning [Verse 4: Domo Genesis] f**er, we from the hundreds now k** a f** a**umption, we bucking off or we ducking down Couple blocks away from the form, check how we run this town You f**ers get this work in this bun, check my circumference now Circle wasn't set stretching, yoga flame Hottest rapper in the streets and they don't even know his name Kept the dope, boy, and I ain't even need a golden chain I'm focused, man, you shooting like a rookie that don't know his range Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the novacaine sh** was once an open game, we got it by a rope and chain Losing all control of wild paintings in my broken brain I don't think you get it, scrap me down for anything you n***as sending at me Young n***as flexing, mean mugs but trigger happy I'm getting high, I don't ever let a minute pa** me I'm feeling famished, b**h, I'm sick of fasting About that action, we can get it cracking Never find sh** to match [Verse 5: Evidence] I caught a body, they called it a verse Called the cops, I caught the life, they calling a hearse Pain is easy in reverse, I think pleasure hurts The first rule is win, the second's don't forget the first I think the worst now behind us Hello first-timers, it's welcome to one-liners Question anything against the center of alignment This rock ain't a diamond until it's polished up and shining Decide to ride the retro minutes to the summit's peak Others fall trying to climb it because their stomach weak When we climbing in the summer heat They throwing shade against the team when the others meet Despite the hate when sun'll speak then others peep it After this drops, nothing's best kept but nothing's secret If nothing's nothing, then what the f** is getting even? Just an odd man out, another duck in season What's yours is yours, what's mines is mines It seems as simple as it simply rhymes I keep the simpleton spit in all the sympathy lines I mean it's Craig G rap came on symphony shines [Verse 6: Vinnie Paz] Slay the Nazarene, you just fire water, I'm gasoline It ain't a day in Philly if I never pa** a fiend It's blood everywhere, similar a**a**in's scene Purify the water, correlate the Torah, Maccabeen You think that you could box with Vinnie? Dummy, that's obscene The nine milli silly, dummy, but the mac is mean The downstairs wild gritty, but the attic clean You have unbearable lightness and just a lack of being You ain't built to shoot the five with me, that's the thing I'm only after one thing, money, that's the rings I'm only after one head, money, that's the king's A rat gonna be a rat and so he have to sing I got an Ingram MAC-11 and it has a beam And that's a beautiful love there, it has a gleam You wasn't in a platoon, cousin, cause that was Sheen Old school, still loyal to guns and Vaseline [Verse 7: Action Bronson] Selling the J dirty boogie, gray hoodie, hit the dougie Pinky rings on racks of chicken nuggets sh**'s like shooting fish in a bucket, dab the hummus I'm in Japan for the summer, land the plane On Jamaica Ave, black rain in the forecast Four-four cla**, open a stolen Accord door and haul a** Body disposed by Albanian doorman for four grand, aw man I throw the lamb in the ground and leave it overnight You ain't ever seen this in your life You ain't used to being where I been to, Curly and my men do You ain't been through sh** I been through This is limited edition, 666 driven Tryna keep from out of prison So I lay low, throwing dice, tomato sauce for the boss Place the bib over the cross, it's us