Keenan Holloway - Lucifer lyrics

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro] Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius n***a! [Hook] Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you) [Verse 1] Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him But he also got a righteous cause for sinning Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first Emergency, doctors performing procedures Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but "Vengeance is mine" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all Leave n***as on d**h's door, breathing on Respirators for k**ing my best boy, haters On permanent hiatus as I skate In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo In Los Angeles, like an evangelist I can introduce you to your maker Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you ba*tards Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming [Hook] Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you) [Verse 2] Yes, this is holy war, I wet y'all all with the holy water Spray from the Heckler-Koch automatic All the static, shall cease to exist Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six! Spread love, to all of my dead thugs I pour out a little Louis, to a head above Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth 'til that time, it's on and popping, church Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm co*k either Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral for stunting like Evel Knievel I let you see where that bright light lead you The more you talk, the more you irking us The more you gon' need memorial services The Black Album, second verse, is like Devil's pie, save some dessert for us [Interlude] Man, I gotta get my soul right I gotta get these devils out my life These cowards gonna make a n***a ride They won't be happy 'til somebody die Oh man, I gotta get my soul right 'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life Every time it seems it's alright Somebody want they soul to rise I chase you off of this Earth (Let me get serious for y'all, one second) [Verse 3] I got dreams of holding a nine milla to Bob's k**er Asking him "why?" as my eyes fill up These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel ya So, curse the day that birthed the ba*tard Who caused your church ma**, reverse the crash Reverse the blast then reverse the car Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob Lord forgive him, we all have sinned But Bob's a good dude, please let him in And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again