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Lucifer (1dah Remix)

("Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")

I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth")

Kanyeeze you did it again, you a genius nigga!

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning)

So you need to change your attitude

Before they asking what happened to you (Lucifer LuciferLord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him

But he also got a righteous cause for sinning

Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder, them

First emergency, doctors performing procedures

Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but

"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord

You said it better than all

Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on

Respirators for killing my best, poor haters

On permanent, hiatus as I skate

In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan

Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo

In Los Angele's, like an evangelist

I can introduce you to your maker

Bring you closer to nature

Ashes after they cremate you bastards

Hope you been reading your Psalms and chapters

Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth")

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")

I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of , earth")

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")

So you niggas change your attitude

Before they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)Yes, this is holy war

I wet y'all all with the holy water

Spray from Heckler-Koch order

Matic auto-static, child cease to exist

Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!

Spread love, to all of my dead thugs

I pour out a little Louis, to a head above

Yes sir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the earth

Till that time, it's on and popping, church

Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either

Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost

Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral

For stunting like Evel Knievel

I let you see where that bright light lead you

The more you talk, the more you irking us

The more you goin' need memorial services

"The Black Album" second verse, is like

Devil's pie, save some dessert for usMan, I gotta get my soul right,

I gotta get these devils out my life,

These cowards gonna make a nigga right,

They won't be happy 'til somebody die,

Oh man, I gotta get my soul right,

'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life,

Every time it seems it's alright

Somebody want they soul to rise

I chase you off of this earthI got dreams, of holdin' a nine milla, to Bob's killer

Askin him why as my eyes fill up

These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow

Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel you

So, curse the day that birthed the bastard

Who caused your church mass, reverts to crash

The first to blast then reverse the curse

The first to date and there you are, Bobalob

Lord forgive him, we all have sinned

But Bob's a good dude, please let him in

And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge

Please blame it on the son of the mornin', thanks again

Songwriters

SHAWN C CARTER, RAINFORD HUGH PERRY, MAXIE SMITH, KANYE WESTPublished by

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