San SeBB - Pictures lyrics

Your honour, your honour, I chose d**h before dishonour/ I deserve to live before I make sense of that dollar/ Penny for your thoughts for my purpose I will never cower/ Great power is not just power it comes with more than just power/ All glory to Lord Jehova who put me on this earth/ So how you think a human being gon' put me out my work/ Its that stone out of the sling, its King Solomon's ring/ Its the saviour who died on a tree to atone for my sins/ I hope I'm forgiven for the life that I'm living/ As nice as I look & as gud as it feels/ I read the blueprints when the fool spits it a becomes a pulpit/ Flaming arrows coming straight for your heart will give you loose lips/ Talk that talk while I walk my walk/ Let my heart be weighed and I hope it won't be found in the dark/ I'm that temple that was put together piece by piece/ I'm that word on your street, blue bird with a tweet/ No budget on these words, n***a I splurge when I speak/ Keep getting urged by the beat, you'll get hurt when I speak/ Yes I'm still underground with worms, bugs & rodents/ Spreading the plague & switching on the lights on these roaches/ Knobkerrie-style rova weseanenge angotibufu/ I want everything, handisikuzombo kusiirai kana fufu/ Choto chiye chavakupisa, nditambidzo ngoma dzangu nhasi ndirikudakumbodziridza/ harahwa dzabata hosho, mhururu nemuridzo, zvanakadzasei kuita kuti muzvinapembe mhedze pito/ matsaga aifarisa nhasi ndomusi waunobatwakwiyo/ I'm giving you the scenerio for those looking through the peep hole/ Hold up, wait a minute, arent I supposed to be dead/ As the minister gave his eulogy I rose from the dead/ Resurrected as San SeBB, wearing the phattest threads/ A rush of blood to your head, a gust of wind brushes the leg/ I'm with ya, I wrote a thousand words/ But these words in their thousands are worth much more as a picture/ Sharing ideas with treacherous men, while I write my way to freedom with Marechera's pen/ I see all the jokes in your funny style, Get your crew sliced, I'm too nice, I'll make the faces on your money smile/ Its crucial, non-believers play neutral/ This is the renaissance, compared to your kindergarten doodle/ The difference between us you write raps, I write poems/ I'm trying to get stocks, you on a corner phones/ Uh, mukwambo ndini madinga adziya moto/ Arikuda beef but red meat inodakanguva iripachoto/ Hameno hake arwadziwa, handina kumbozviitira svoto/ yeah I thought so, usarwadziwe mhani iwe, kurumidza kusvisvina godo/ Sebb itaSteady! Steady! Asekuru steady kashoma ichipinza bhanzi mubhegi/ tailor-made from the fabric right down to the seam/ these words are animated drawing the life out of your team/ haters might start loving, lovers will start to hate/ but I dont really need your love for my music to relate/ i must be the miracle type, smooth-criminal like, stereotypical when the typical stereotype/ i see the silhouettes, think they have it all figured, how you figure/ i made it this far no co-sign no hashtag/ i'm whats happening, you're just flashback so pa** that...or get your snapback snapped back/ stop & freeze before i co*k and squeeze, thats a message for those that are still clocking Zs...I'm dropping seeds