God'S Incense

God is a woman
Modimo ke mosadi
A re gane ko godimo
Badimo ke bo rakgadi
I'm god's incense
My aroma and aura are godly
So I pay my writtens on paper
I turn her origami

Love everybody trust nobody
Though my bros sort of got me
All I hide behind my pens caught a body
My art more franco modigliyani need an encore
I'm Don Giovanni dripped in Armani
Zulu mecca that's not voodoo
That's a true forever
The root protector
Food is better when the fruits are fresher

Can't difuse the weather
Use your feathers when there's super pressure
Prove you're clever
Pursue pleasure with those you treasure

The righteous don't ever die
But don't they have me yet
I might also just be a lie
With a messiah complex
The kind to hide behind a wise line I find on the net
Shit I don't mind eye for an eye
And when it's time god bless
I wipe my iris, Not guided by terrestrial loss
I sight the bible but I'm the type to question it all
I might be the brunt of the jokes until I open my jaw
No need to stunt when you quote a bulls I hold a quran

Only shukran in my prayers lately
Only shook ones in my pages daily
Supposed to be fun but it's the pain that made me
But if what made you hasn't made you any money
Then do it like they do it
And cade us some totels if all fails

Cause I'm no woke rapper
Old fashioned not even close to wholesome
No I tow the cloke and dagger in my tote bag
I'm holding mass and quoting passages
From old imaginings but know the sacrilige is actually where the cash at
From sole protagonist to cold assassin
For the golden ganda
For the bag between my ransom and my Moses staff

A broken canvas or a chapel
I'ma show my ass
Then moments after pass for cameras
With rappers below my standard
The only battle I imagine I might have is with my past
Cause dammit half of these dancing lances don't hold the candle
Quote me on that one it's rap but I'm not the only actor
It's only banter mecca

Genre bending causing tension
Balls are pensive
Talks of vengance
Y'all are restless
Stars and starving artists, Stock with friendships
Hardest lessons are often taught in endings

All pretentious pause the business
Loss of figures cost the office
Always wins this
Top positions brought the difference
Watch the victims
God and women odds against us
Dropolis of politics of parliment
Of polotricks I'm not offended

Wallow them to compliments
And bought this shit
I bought it with the song I'm singing
Come collected cross dimension
Of the vessel garden of the armageddon
Of a sense I'm not attending
Off the recording cast the lentice of to mecca

Okay pray and manifest
I learn to trust a man by the way he manage stress
I got a kay I bagged it yes
Never lost a race to a man I ran against
So pace and catch a breath
Got to take a break, Got to learn to panic less
I get paid and bag a cheque
I play at happiness bless
Man fuck fame I'd rather rest
Tables stacking deck
And baby acting fresh, Labelled as a threat
But label that finnese
I got no masters but they were that prepared
Angels acting scared
Say it like lazarus
Saved by nazereth
Four days after death, Bless

Hiphop saviours huh
I spit on your manjor
The tables rotate
I erase all the fables without even saying much
My pages are ancient
Ageless the dress that I'm drapped in
Apex get us a straight oasis
Wait up your cradle
Wait wait don't make me change you, Eric
All of the tales you embelish, This aint as prophetic
You ate in a burden, The waste of an era
Created on merit, These tenants are nothing to play with, Eric
My phrases are relix, I'm trained in the ways of the legend
I'm paid independence
The ways of the flesh
If I gave you my chest
And made in the image of angels, Eric
Start singing my praises dammit