Infinite Knowledge - Palm Sunday lyrics

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters And God said, Let there be light! CHORUS I'm the motherf**ing Dom Perignon magic Don Juan with a long dong(rappers now s**ing a**) Have your motherf**ing ace long gone, on the way to Hong Kong Eating nothing but shlong from dusk till dawn(these rappers phony thinking this craft is all About the cheese macaroni) Respect me love me, and if you a bad b**h f** me Where's my motherf**ing rose petals My b**hes stilettos shouldn't be touching the ghetto(rappers now s**ing a**) You ain't nothing but dookie compared to my a** I should wipe it with your cash, you ain't in my cla**(Hallelujah praise be to my medulla Oblongata) Come and get stepped on like a Jewish wedding piece of gla** Lay the palm leaves I'm arriving on a donkey I always been the king since my mother felt me crown Build yourself an arc while I'm flowing you will drown Don't call me out my name to you I am your majesty Y'all just ain't recognize cause I ain't come out all lavishly Born in the danger of the coup of Aristide Poorest f**ing country in the western hemisphere Moved to the states when I was seven or eight Probably mostly cause mom and dad couldn't relate But now its more apparent that its so I could be great So I fulfill the prophesy Of that rapper that's just gotta be The holiest of holies Many called themselves the one but all of them are phonies I am the blueprint I am the original Without me there's no lyrical without me there's no flow Hip hop is lost without me like the boat that couldn't row CHORUS You motherf**ing bozos gotta be loco, to think you could f** with a player that's photogenic Like me(rappers now s**ing a**) I'm the motherf**ing spike lee, spitting movie scenes(these rappers phony thinking this Craft is all about the cheese macaroni) This the beginning of a true regime, I'm the motherf**ing czar the pharaoh the ayatollah All you motherf**ing haters can die painfully from Ebola(rappers now s**ing a**) Exalt me praise me, my breath smells like daisies, excuses for losers f** you pay Me(Hallelujah praise be to my medulla oblongata) You ain't my dawg dog you could all catch rabies and pa** it to your babies In the beginning was the rhymes, and the rhymes was with God And the rhymes was God With a cosmologic verse I created all the stars I united all the verses and created universe And to find someone to battle I created you and her I put you in the garden, and then you bit my sh** and for that I have no pardon But its all good cause I'd rather rhyme with Martians They all spit like they're starving 2Pac Biggie Big pun and Big L I took em all away but no they ain't in hell They all in seventh heaven where the dopest painters dwell Van Gogh Da Vinci Renoir Basquiat So if you think your nice, well simply nah you're not You don't have a present for MCing at its essence Or you would be in my presence And not rapping for these peasants But now I've come to you just to show you what to do Cause only Kendrick has a clue CHORUS Can't nobody motherf**ing stop me, I'm so motherf**ing co*ky(rappers now s**ing a**) Cause my co*k be the motherf**ing size of the mountains of Rocky King me crown me, His Imperial Majesty(these rappers phony thinking this craft is all about The cheese macaroni) Anoint me bow to me, shove a cactus up your a** if you motherf**ing doubted me Kiss my motherf**ing ring s** my motherf**ing toes(rappers now s**ing a**) Hope your motherf**ing fathers six hundred and sixty six generations motherf**ing old Are all burning in hell for selling your motherf**ing souls(Hallelujah praise be to my Medulla oblongata) My voice roars like thunder on the brightest of the mics The eleventh commandment is thou shalt not ever bite Tap into the light like Ben Franklin with a kite And get shocked by the lightning in the penmanship I write The illuminated one, I got more brilliant bars then rays of the sun When you're thinking that I'm done, that's when I just begun There's 8 phases this is only just one This is half a** this is first quarter moon Don't let me in the booth when I'm full from eating shrooms I don't play scrabble I decipher constellations Been the sh** since the womb like 9 months of constipation I'm swimming in her mind when your wife is masturbating And you worship me in yours that's why you started hatin You used to be an angel and now your just Satan You were never real you were just fakin