The Accomplice (Producer) - Chessking lyrics

[Jus Allah] I have sublime comprehension, Divine Intervention My enzymes studied by the minds at Princeton To figure my design would divide the Christians Complete Truth, brothers been deprived of listening A secret odyssey, ungodly, cursing prophecy Reading verses that will Preach a Demonolgy I speak scholarly Lord vain Require more brain than your physically ordained to contain I'm on the next plane where everything exists one and the same Where pleasure is pain and never rains I seen what you fear, I've pa**ed beyond that The things that give you tears, I have laughed and yawned at Your f**ing heart tastes so weak and rank I have to eat dog food just to keep my strength And my door's wide open for anybody that wants some But I don't even live inside a house, I haunt one *scratches [Jus Allah] I'm a prize, FBIs want me alive They found the car, morgue of flies, I taught them to drive Fall through knives till every single part of you dies Couldn't figure my designs if you started at 5 Defend for yourself, you'd be broken in tears You fool you could probably pull rope through your ears You sweat cold, grafted original web-toe My mind in the physical mould would explode If what I knew spread round the globe They'd start measuring my head for a crown of gold Your weak soul is tryna climb a greased pole In the deepest hole, defeating man at his peakest role And seek to read my power for its evil use But I can see the truth, I can teach Greek to Beetlejuice I'm high as f**ing hypodermic needle use I'll even f**ing piss in your mouth, give you legal proof *scratches [Jus Allah] I'm the Chess King, the difference between boxing and wrestling Knowing you guessing, only all seeing the present Being of supreme measuring, unquestioning You're not anything, I am everything You second string, to go against a much advanced mind Your dumb, you wash your hands before you eat swine Simple cavemen too dense to even talk to us There ain't an idea in his head I haven't thought of You thin skulled, a numbskull, my skin's gold More valuable than yours tenfold Repute from now is the day of reckoning The truth shall sound so loud it's deafening Never will you come overpower my word My unploughed dirt will grow the last flowers of earth In the last hours of mirth, I'll be left to laugh at it Watching how the walls of space collapses on these savages Evil parishes, disappearing in its own parrells Proving ignorance is erroneous I was chosen to write the future as the Lord said Wouldn't be surprised at waking with an eye in my forehead *scratches