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high society collective - devil كلمات الأغنية

jr:
they say that he’s lost his light and his pure soul
that this dark world turned his heart cold
is there a place that he can go?

sho baraka:
lord have mercy on his soul
he hates diamonds and gold
but he does love stones
plus i see him running after me
he claimed that the devil
help me create the master’s piece
it sounds like they want me to apologize
for getting off the boat and being colonized
well my man thank you for the favor
i’ll try loving this dude who hates being my neighbor
they wanna label me insane cause
they gave me a canvas but i’m sketching out the frame bruh
well we should be building up a fellowship
instead of building he tears it down so he can throw the bricks
i need to break out this container an idiot box yeah
so watch me entertain ya i heard they changed the manger to a hotel
so now the outcast have no place to go dwell

they say the devils in the beat
they say the devils in the tone
they say the devils in my rhymes
they say the devils in my song

yeah yeah they say the devil’s in it
they say

swoope:
i hear the screams of people saying he’s gotta be illuminati
or some secret society possibly got demons inside of him
evil probably harvesting
his artistry possessed kept under and evil like
he can only be kept under the steeple
cause in his eyes all i see is satan
a beast that’s raging jesus save him
man all of that is what i’m hearing but i don’t say nada
i just hold up a mirror so they can see their reflection with clarity
tell me is that perfection or pharisee label me a hypocrite
say i teach em wickedness cancels each other out
thats common sense arithmetic too quick to -ssess me
as judas know the trees fruit is always where the proof is

i hear the devil in the beat
i hear the devil in this tone
i hear the devil this my rhymes
i hear the devils in my songs

uh uh uh i hear the devil’s in em
they say

suzy rock:
under the night the moon and the stars
they’re watching his steps
he’s traveled too far although he often fall
he continues to run
he seems to have strength that is foreign to some
(2x)

inherited from his heritage apparent his arrogance is the bed he is nestled in
covered by his lineage thoughts are just a narrative
narrowed minded fear until they appear as heretics
yeah he hates left field
he knows what right is he just hates how left feels
a casualty to normality’s and change is unbearable
so he rather just settle to carry stones

sho baraka:
this is a story of a sojourner
who has founded emb-ssy on foreign soil
the onlookers don’t recognize his pedigree
so their natural response is xenophobia
he exhausted the weak
due to the constant defense of his intentions
never before has their ignorance lead to violence but that was before
and this is a current situation
the nonsensical mob has encircled his home
and after hurling stones he says:

swoope:
you don’t see them broken windows
they threw me to the fire
then they threw the brimstone
all of this cause i suck at playing limbo
bending over backwards to people
please them folks when i was tip toe
all around they laws you are not my judge or lawyer
don’t get me wrong i’m awful godly rebuke
moves us forward agenda driven wisdom it often leads to slaughter
so i take my orders from the one whose sovereign
author of faith the author of grace
grace that sustains when the bulk of the talkers
are saying i’m walking awful awkward
i be planting seeds to them things growing pollen
in the garden all them either eden or olive
or madison square allen in there
to make sure them things bring a harvest
you may see me as an artist but i’m like hardly
my cd speaks of a gardener and he’s in need of a partner
with a squeegee full of water to be increased from the father
so often people play the dirty rotten lawyer
they accept the laws but think they need to augment
all of the laws into things that are partial
but if they make the laws then what we need the lord for?

- high society collective

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