Los Paris - High Starz lyrics

[Intro: Los Paris] Pre flood sh**. Post Babylon. Book of Francis Chapter 1 [Verse: Los Paris] I see the cars and the bangles Stars and they spangled I see everybody balling money falling like the angels I try not to get involved, snarled, nor entangled With the watchers that are impish Cuz' Enlil is kind of tempest To beg Jesus for love is idol do your repentance Worshiping Zeus' enough to get pinned with Azazel's sentence But f** it Skip the ruckus get the dutches and the tree of life Hope he returns before I die I'm trynna see the Christ Green haired chick eyes set upon Sophia sights When I was 13 I had a dream I f**ed Vegeta's wife But Thou shall not covet or pull his dick out in public b**hes they hold grudges I think I've seen that in Judges We been tweaking all week (All week) Yea Egypt finally let a n***a loose I'm the truth we all seek Don't even speak and when you do make sure you state that I'm the father's son And Tell satan I've been patient now Samyaza's done Israel need to open up their eyes and run Tell God I think his sheep's been put to sleep with tranquilizer guns My mind is free, but Masons think cuz' they supply ya funds That they can make us slaves so that we dazed the day Elijah comes I'm High (er) Than the stars n***a My lines are never out of service I got bars n***a The Son of Man stomping in his Son's of Mars n***a Never played the house I was a bonafide yard n***a Spit fire feel the burn HARD LIQUOR Flat screens make it easy to see the large picture It's big chains, bad hoes In other words you give us Hell we'll make Heaven a**holeS Fresh as f** word to the skyyy Cuz I don't feel like walking, said today I'll rather flyyy You down to sell your soul, b**h you gay I'll rather die But that's impossible for Pops to do my soul's rather divine (ugh) You keep it a hunnid and you shine, but we the brightest b**h we 3hunna, Chief Keef...Leonidas The sh** I touch turn to gold like I'm the seed of Midas Promise Land was home until we Rome(d) trynna flee from Titus (high) Higher than the stars You get your weed from Cali I get fire sent from Mars Connected to the streets like the tire prints from cars God I'll smoke til I expire tell Yashaya bring the gars (I'm High) Higher than the stars 4x's [Scene] Son of Man: For what good work do you stone me? Authorities: For a good work we do not stone you, but because you being Man, make yourself to be God Son of Man: But isn't it written in you laws, I have said ye are gods; and all of you children of the Most High [Hook: Los Paris] I'm looking at all these n***as, and all these b**hes, dying over money and greed But you can have all these riches cuz' I ain't tripping, as long I can smoke my weed