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pe – first light كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: pe]

their god is flawed
a gl-ss-jawed idiot
i know because their god
was created in my image
that’s the portrait of a madman
the picture of a liar
a catalog of sorts
from a drug-induced rhymer
you need a cosign?
ask the son, ask the father
ask me and i’ll reply
from a cloud of marijuana
from a remote location
where i’ve been of lately
enjoying my beef
flooding my plate with gravy
talking at the table?
you should’ve chewed, cuz’
now you’re choking on your words
can’t handle what you bit off
mad at christophe-
i’m sitting at the head
you’re at the end
pouting with the kids
go on, top off your drink
you’re looking kinda fl-stered
embarr-ssed, trynna keep up with adult discussions
stop fussing, you’ll get it when you’re older
but for now, play your part
be polite, tin soldier
you like to kick it but you scored no goals
you got the heart but rhyme with no soul
i copped new kicks, to continue the movement
now every step i take is a great improvement
i see you losing it, you can’t do it like chris
you’re talking greasy on your facebook status
chill with that, ha! be easy-
i buju banton a batty bwoy, believe me!
i supercat the nitty gritty, yes indeed-y
you know my posse only pose
for a long-table scene that da vinci composed
the paint dried, they found me in the middle-
breaking bread, all rhymes, no riddles

[chorus: pe]

a little “t” short of christ
the pseudo-sunni-buddhist
kisses on the cheek
in a world full of judases
who put me in a crosshair
with visions of a crucifix
(first life)
through music, resurrected
(first light)
this song is first light-
the boy who would be king
is the man on the mic!

[verse 2: pe]

this is my life-
f-cking and discussions
puffing on the tussin
dressed up in a white owl
wishing it was dutches!
wishing it was dusted!
i lit it with the cousin of azazel’s fire
stolen from the gods by grandma spider
who gave it to the child-
my whole style was maui
now catch me in some nikes, wool pants and a white tee-
the wolf in sheep’s clothes
moving through the club like belly just opened
stumbled out drunk and took the mrt home
and in the first light
i rocked this off the dome

[chorus: pe]

a little “t” short of christ
the pseudo-sunni-buddhist
kisses on the cheek
in a world full of judases
who put me in a crosshair
with visions of a crucifix
through music, resurrected
this is my first light-
the boy who would be king
is the man on the mic
(first light)
first light
(first light)
first light
ugh
first light
(first light)
first light
(first light)

yo, pips-

i’mma just let the beat ride out, man

it sounds lovely!

ye!

he’s hers

dedicated to

family

weed

and pretty girls

f-ck everything else!

- pe

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