Rasta - Babylonian - TRUTH IS STANGER THAN FICTION lyrics

{VERSE 1 -OKIZONA} A Ye Hell broke loose like a volcanic eruption The center couldn't hold I'm the center of attention Come hell or high water Weed well like weed water No shiver no shudders Down my spine send syrup Slow me down no speed bumps Alpha Omega you've become Applying ancient wisdom With major-lazer krypton diplodocus I'm so focused I'm so turnt up Janet Mary married Linda Go beyond say I'm Jehovah Money long say Yao Ming or Go retarded cure autistic Truth was hidden we retrieved it Rap so sick yet It'll be curing That's my secret I secure it All Messiahs want to learn it Bride of Christ ex-communicate me No big brother, no ones watching So satanic to the churchy Making riches the Medici's' The whole cosmos is chaotic You refute it cos its sh**tier f** a chaser truth is bittier Life as fast as Martin Aston I sip slow to play at happenings I'm the strangest this ain't fiction Better keep up I'm kardashing {HOOK - OKIZONA} Truth is stranger than fiction There's no Heaven Truth is stranger than fiction There's no Hades Truth is stranger than fiction It was hidden Stranger than fiction I'm revealing Truth is stranger than fiction There's no Heaven Truth is stranger than fiction There's no Hades Is stranger than fiction It was hidden Truth is stranger than fiction I'm revealing {VERSE 2 : RASTA-BABYLONIAN & *OKIZONA} I see the world in confusion I might start a revolution I don't need no benediction I know Everything you know came from a man But real n***as like Edison gave us light If Thomas doubted I'm doubting he doubted My drank is violet My vision ultra-violet f** with me , You see scarlet Life ain't nothing but a real game So if its a real game lets be real here The truth made me wanna disappear If you wanna shine You gotta shine the light If its a war I'm a f**ing knight Tell me were you've been Graces come from within You gotta appease em all to have it all I gotta smoke some up to have it all I might dress like a priest in the Grammy hall I should f** more b**hes than Solomon Life to Me is a honeymoon More pills no pain No sins no gain We work hard for the world And we run the world f** all these wackos I'd rather hear my drum echo If i ever hit zero I'll bounce back like ground zero With more ego than an eagle We pa** weed in circles Reminisce the struggle Popping right with some bottles Never forget the model She's so high she struggles As she squirts and she juggle b**h I'll still be juggling She got me wet like I'm swimming I'm pulling stunts like a dolphin p**y sweeter than morphine b**h I came Okay I'm here , b**h I'm here Making money like the church Okay I'm free b**h I'm free That's my letter to the judge Okay i see , b**h I see f** your torch I made my torch Okay lets see , b**h let's see Ill be faster than your time Overseas in the streets Hallelujah its your time A gang of Gods from the earth Feel the power as we rhyme Turning whiskey into Lin Then we mix it with the green Holy spirit from the fridge I'm the son of the soil f** your heaven and your hell Hell yeah we'll be here Till the end , in the air I dont care , I'm already there * If i start it from scratch I'm Alpha Don't you forget Omega J.T on My Time I'm a time-bomb Mama ko mama say mama curse em Courtesy of father nature Overhung overdosed bulldozer Zygote zealot Zona Pick a big plant puff gra** pa** go Fast on the low , I'm high on slow A.k.a drag racer Now back to the day when hell broke loose Picture me picturing Pompeii's Vesuvius Inferno purgatorio paradiso its hideous Satan knows the doctrine too You might learn a thing or two Or end up lost in Timbuktu Lactating titties i take on tour But first this Interjection Is the crucifixion fiction I Bill Maher mayors and sh** Goliath wrote David a letter man, sh** Did Trevor crossover with Noah's ship I meant the Ark its my mistake I drop like drags who wear lipstick f** sh** I drop from up I'll land on tortoise and mortar shells And naked girls I lock my dreads no stock and barrels Go dumb and dumber like I'm Jim Carey Go live from New York If its Saturday Night He rose on sun died on friday why Me , myself , Master Of the World Nature got me punked Ill kick the buck , Truth