Ras ka**:
You want to talk to god? god never sleeps.
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Ras ka**: now what came first, the chicken or the egg?
God: armageddon.
Ras ka**: a arm a leg a leg a arm a head.
Headin in your direction.
The riddle was the answer to the question.
Born of the flesh, what is perfection
Ras ka**:
Inside my mother's womb,doomed to return to the tomb.
Or was it from the dead i was raised?
All too soon to pay, on judgement day,
Is this beginning or the ending,
Died sinning, still winning, still grinning.
This ending, verdict still pending, born pretending,
Three-hundred billion men, women, and children.
Deja vu, could be i'm dreaming,
But we all ask for divine reason,
While still breathing, and until leaving.
Who?, what?, when? where?, how?
But most of all why?
God:
Why what?
Ras ka**:
Do we live just to die?
God:
The book of haden.
Way before the after god pitting heads.
No god for me, mathematically, in division.
My decision was all inventions.
I need not mention infinite dementions.
But the human mind's flaw was limited comprehension.
So while you try to travle to mars and the stars,
The god manifests through the entire universe.
>from the sun, moon, the earth.
I created man in my image and the black man was first.
The scientific explanation, yea i made man out of dirt.
Ras ka**:
But how can a man be first, when its the woman that's giving birth?
God:
Listen, single-celled organisms.
The h*mosapien, the albanein
Ras ka**:
What's that?
God:
White people.
Ras ka**:
They keep the world seperate and unequal.
God:
The teach you, right is wrong, wrong is right.
Up is down.
>teaches king arthur's throne, is the planets that are round>
Ras ka**:
Can we really time travel, and is there life in outer space?
God:
Wait, you knew all this in the first place.
You tryin to get to god.
Ras ka**:
But, i've fallen from your grace.
A billion paths to take, but which one is truly straight?
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Ras ka**:
Can you walk across water or rise from the dead?
I heard he said he lived, and the son of man bled.
God:
Its a process, sh** dont just happen, i create it.
Everything you see, and sh** you dont, son i made it, and waited.
I'm the big bang theory and evolution.
Been there, done that, from revolution to prostitution.
The first and final solution.
The quaran, bible, and vedas, is only tools,
Dont be confused when the medula oblagada do
Ras ka**:
Oh, so revelations is genesis.
God:
Three-sixty degrees are limitless.
Satan:
sh**, my motherf**in nemesis.
Ras ka**:
Who is you?
Satan:
Son, i thought you knew.
Who else? lucifer, the lie bearer stupid, the devil himself.
He the creator, we all the creations, guess i'm eternal damnation.
Got you b**hes seaking your own salvation.
Who taught you how to pray?
You read it in the book, look, your bear witness to amen ray.
Every day when you say amen, and then turn around and preach worshipin false
Gods,
Is an unforgettable sin.
Yea the good book is like comic books,
You take 'em too literal,
I tricked you in to believin' the power to reason,
Makes you able to live infinitely, in the physical.
Guess i'm the pawn com lyrical.
Basically i tell true lies in general, the yin and the yang
The player with a trillion years of game.
God:
He got you sellin your spiritual, for power, monery, and fame,
I came out of tripple stage darkness, gave mortals my attributes.
But even you may be a mystery god like the lockhead,
A used sign to prove or disprove my existence.
Tryin to align this, artificial intelligence, cloned in a space station,
Tryin to build the tower of babylon.
But you savages stake me, when i start erasin h*mosapiens.
You lookin for an angel with wings,
I'm 'a bring young n***as with a ak, f** a alien.
Ras ka**:
So what you sayin is, you the one that created sin.
God:
What you call mother nature, was the nature of me.
What you call evil, ultimately, was the force inside of me.
Matter cant be created or destroyed it just changes shape.
One god, many people, and many faith.
And this is how i wanted to do 'em.
Ras ka**:
Wait, wait, hold up.
Father tell me, who is god's son?
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