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I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\nKanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\nSo you niggas change your attitude\nBefore they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n\nLord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\nBut he also got a righteous cause for sinning\nThem a murder me, so I gotta murder, them\nFirst emergency, doctors performing procedures\nJesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n\"Vengeance is mine\" said the Lord\nYou said it better than all\nLeave niggas on death's door, breathing off\nRespirators for killing my best boy, haters\n\nOn permanent, hiatus as I skate\nIn the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan\nPumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\nIn Los Angele's, like an Evangelist\nI can introduce you to your maker\nBring you closer to nature\nAshes after they cremate you bastards\nHope you been reading your Psalms and chapters\nPaying your tithes, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\nI'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n(Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n(Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning)\nSo you niggas change your attitude\nBefore they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n\nYes, this is holy war\nI wet y'all all with the holy water\nSpray from Heckler-Koch automatic\nAll the static shall cease to exist\nLike a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!\n\nSpread love, to all of my dead thugs\nI pour out a little Louis, til I head above\nYes sir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the earth\nTil that time, it's on and popping, church\n\nLike Don Bishop, the fifth upon cock either\nLift up your soul or give you the holy ghost\nPlease I leave you in somebody's cathedral\nFor stunting like Evel Knievel\nI let you see where that bright light lead you\n\nThe more you talk, the more you irking us\nThe more you gonna need memorial services\n\"The Black Album\"'s second verse, is like\nDevil's pie, save some dessert for us\n\nMan, I gotta get my soul right\nI gotta get these devils out my life\nThese cowards gonna make a nigga ride\nThey won't be happy 'til somebody dies\nOh man, I gotta get my soul right\n'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life\nEvery time it seems it's alright\nSomebody want they soul to rise\nI'll chase you off of this earth\n\nI got dreams, of holdin' a Nine milla, to Bob's killer\nAskin him why as my eyes fill up\nThese days I can't wake up with a dry pillow\nGone but not forgotten, homes I still feel you\nSo, curse the day that birthed the bastard\nWho caused your church mass, reverse the crash\nReverse the blast and reverse the car\nReverse the day and there you are, Bobalob\nLord forgive him, we all have sinned\nBut Bob's a good dude, please let him in\nAnd if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge\nPlease blame it on the son of the mornin', thanks again","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\n[00:09.56] I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n[00:12.82] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n[00:16.32] Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!\n[00:18.28] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\n[00:20.69] So you niggas change your attitude\n[00:22.40] Before they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n[00:24.23] Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\n[00:27.06] But he also got a righteous cause for sinning\n[00:29.36] Them a murder me, so I gotta murder, them\n[00:31.79] First emergency, doctors performing procedures\n[00:34.73] Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n[00:38.18] \"Vengeance is mine\" said the Lord\n[00:39.88] You said it better than all\n[00:41.46] Leave niggas on death's door, breathing off\n[00:43.83] Respirators for killing my best boy, haters\n[00:46.53] On permanent, hiatus as I skate\n[00:49.34] In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan\n[00:52.87] Pumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\n[00:55.15] In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist\n[00:58.49] I can introduce you to your maker\n[01:00.38] Bring you closer to nature\n[01:01.73] Ashes after they cremate you bastards\n[01:03.96] Hope you been reading your Psalms and chapters\n[01:06.10] Paying your tithes, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n[01:08.87] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n[01:13.68] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\n[01:16.72] I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n[01:20.08] (Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n  (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\n  I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n  (Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\nKanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\nSo you niggas change your attitude\nBefore they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n\nLord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\nBut he also got a righteous cause for sinning\nThem a murder me, so I gotta murder, them\nFirst emergency, doctors performing procedures\nJesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n\"Vengeance is mine\" said the Lord\nYou said it better than all\nLeave niggas on death's door, breathing off\nRespirators for killing my best boy, haters\n\nOn permanent, hiatus as I skate\nIn the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan\nPumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\nIn Los Angele's, like an Evangelist\nI can introduce you to your maker\nBring you closer to nature\nAshes after they cremate you bastards\nHope you been reading your Psalms and chapters\nPaying your tithes, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\nI'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n(Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n(Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning)\nSo you niggas change your attitude\nBefore they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n\nYes, this is holy war\nI wet y'all all with the holy water\nSpray from Heckler-Koch automatic\nAll the static shall cease to exist\nLike a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!\n\nSpread love, to all of my dead thugs\nI pour out a little Louis, til I head above\nYes sir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the earth\nTil that time, it's on and popping, church\n\nLike Don Bishop, the fifth upon cock either\nLift up your soul or give you the holy ghost\nPlease I leave you in somebody's cathedral\nFor stunting like Evel Knievel\nI let you see where that bright light lead you\n\nThe more you talk, the more you irking us\nThe more you gonna need memorial services\n\"The Black Album\"'s second verse, is like\nDevil's pie, save some dessert for us\n\nMan, I gotta get my soul right\nI gotta get these devils out my life\nThese cowards gonna make a nigga ride\nThey won't be happy 'til somebody dies\nOh man, I gotta get my soul right\n'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life\nEvery time it seems it's alright\nSomebody want they soul to rise\nI'll chase you off of this earth\n\nI got dreams, of holdin' a Nine milla, to Bob's killer\nAskin him why as my eyes fill up\nThese days I can't wake up with a dry pillow\nGone but not forgotten, homes I still feel you\nSo, curse the day that birthed the bastard\nWho caused your church mass, reverse the crash\nReverse the blast and reverse the car\nReverse the day and there you are, Bobalob\nLord forgive him, we all have sinned\nBut Bob's a good dude, please let him in\nAnd if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge\nPlease blame it on the son of the mornin', thanks again","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\n[00:09.56] I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n[00:12.82] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n[00:16.32] Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!\n[00:18.28] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\n[00:20.69] So you niggas change your attitude\n[00:22.40] Before they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n[00:24.23] Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\n[00:27.06] But he also got a righteous cause for sinning\n[00:29.36] Them a murder me, so I gotta murder, them\n[00:31.79] First emergency, doctors performing procedures\n[00:34.73] Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n[00:38.18] \"Vengeance is mine\" said the Lord\n[00:39.88] You said it better than all\n[00:41.46] Leave niggas on death's door, breathing off\n[00:43.83] Respirators for killing my best boy, haters\n[00:46.53] On permanent, hiatus as I skate\n[00:49.34] In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan\n[00:52.87] Pumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\n[00:55.15] In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist\n[00:58.49] I can introduce you to your maker\n[01:00.38] Bring you closer to nature\n[01:01.73] Ashes after they cremate you bastards\n[01:03.96] Hope you been reading your Psalms and chapters\n[01:06.10] Paying your tithes, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n[01:08.87] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\n  (Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius, nigga!)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n  (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer-\n\n  Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\n  But he also got a righteous cause for sinning\n  Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first\n  Emergency, doctors performing procedures\n  Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n  \"Vengeance is mine,\" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all\n  Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on\n  Respirators for killing my best boy, haters\n\n  On permanent hiatus as I skate\n  In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan\n  Pumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\n  In Los Angeles, like an evangelist\n  I can introduce you to your maker\n  Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards\n  Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters\n  Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\n(Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius, nigga!)\nLucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n(So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)\nLucifer, Lucifer-\n\nLord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\nBut he also got a righteous cause for sinning\nThem-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first\nEmergency, doctors performing procedures\nJesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n\"Vengeance is mine,\" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all\nLeave niggas on death's door, breathing on\nRespirators for killing my best boy, haters\n\nOn permanent hiatus as I skate\nIn the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan\nPumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\nIn Los Angeles, like an evangelist\nI can introduce you to your maker\nBring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards\nHope you been reading your psalms and chapters\nPaying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n\nLucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\n[01:13.23] Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n[01:16.41] (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)\n[01:19.23] Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\nLucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)\nLucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\n  (Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius, nigga!)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n  (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer-\n\n  Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\n  But he also got a righteous cause for sinning\n  Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first\n  Emergency, doctors performing procedures\n  Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n  \"Vengeance is mine,\" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all\n  Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on\n  Respirators for killing my best boy, haters\n\n  On permanent hiatus as I skate\n  In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan\n  Pumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\n  In Los Angeles, like an evangelist\n  I can introduce you to your maker\n  Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards\n  Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters\n  Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n  (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\n  (Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius, nigga!)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n  (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer-\n\n  Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\n  But he also got a righteous cause for sinning\n  Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first\n  Emergency, doctors performing procedures\n  Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n  \"Vengeance is mine,\" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all\n  Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on\n  Respirators for killing my best boy, haters\n\n  On permanent hiatus as I skate\n  In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan\n  Pumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\n  In Los Angeles, like an evangelist\n  I can introduce you to your maker\n  Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards\n  Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters\n  Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n  (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna chase you out of Earth\n  (Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius, nigga!)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!\n  (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)\n  Lucifer, Lucifer-\n\n  Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\n  But he also got a righteous cause for sinning\n  Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first\n  Emergency, doctors performing procedures\n  Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n  \"Vengeance is mine,\" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all\n  Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on\n  Respirators for killing my best boy, haters\n\n  On permanent hiatus as I skate\n  In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan\n  Pumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\n  In Los Angeles, like an evangelist\n  I can introduce you to your maker\n  Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards\n  Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters\n  Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n\n  Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\nKanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\nSo you niggas change your attitude\nBefore they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n\nLord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\nBut he also got a righteous cause for sinning\nThem a murder me, so I gotta murder, them\nFirst emergency, doctors performing procedures\nJesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n\"Vengeance is mine\" said the Lord\nYou said it better than all\nLeave niggas on death's door, breathing off\nRespirators for killing my best boy, haters\n\nOn permanent, hiatus as I skate\nIn the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan\nPumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\nIn Los Angele's, like an Evangelist\nI can introduce you to your maker\nBring you closer to nature\nAshes after they cremate you bastards\nHope you been reading your Psalms and chapters\nPaying your tithes, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\nI'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n(Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! 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I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n(Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\nI'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n(Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n(Lucifer Lucifer, son of the morning)\nSo you niggas change your attitude\nBefore they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n\nYes, this is holy war\nI wet y'all all with the holy water\nSpray from Heckler-Koch automatic\nAll the static shall cease to exist\nLike a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!\n\nSpread love, to all of my dead thugs\nI pour out a little Louis, til I head above\nYes sir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the earth\nTil that time, it's on and popping, church\n\nLike Don Bishop, the fifth upon cock either\nLift up your soul or give you the holy ghost\nPlease I leave you in somebody's cathedral\nFor stunting like Evel Knievel\nI let you see where that bright light lead you\n\nThe more you talk, the more you irking us\nThe more you gonna need memorial services\n\"The Black Album\"'s second verse, is like\nDevil's pie, save some dessert for us\n\nMan, I gotta get my soul right\nI gotta get these devils out my life\nThese cowards gonna make a nigga ride\nThey won't be happy 'til somebody dies\nOh man, I gotta get my soul right\n'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life\nEvery time it seems it's alright\nSomebody want they soul to rise\nI'll chase you off of this earth\n\nI got dreams, of holdin' a Nine milla, to Bob's killer\nAskin him why as my eyes fill up\nThese days I can't wake up with a dry pillow\nGone but not forgotten, homes I still feel you\nSo, curse the day that birthed the bastard\nWho caused your church mass, reverse the crash\nReverse the blast and reverse the car\nReverse the day and there you are, Bobalob\nLord forgive him, we all have sinned\nBut Bob's a good dude, please let him in\nAnd if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge\nPlease blame it on the son of the mornin', thanks again","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\n[00:09.56] I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital\n[00:12.82] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth)\n[00:16.32] Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!\n[00:18.28] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning)\n[00:20.69] So you niggas change your attitude\n[00:22.40] Before they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)\n[00:24.23] Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him\n[00:27.06] But he also got a righteous cause for sinning\n[00:29.36] Them a murder me, so I gotta murder, them\n[00:31.79] First emergency, doctors performing procedures\n[00:34.73] Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but\n[00:38.18] \"Vengeance is mine\" said the Lord\n[00:39.88] You said it better than all\n[00:41.46] Leave niggas on death's door, breathing off\n[00:43.83] Respirators for killing my best boy, haters\n[00:46.53] On permanent, hiatus as I skate\n[00:49.34] In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan\n[00:52.87] Pumping \"Brown Sugar\" by D'Angelo\n[00:55.15] In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist\n[00:58.49] I can introduce you to your maker\n[01:00.38] Bring you closer to nature\n[01:01.73] Ashes after they cremate you bastards\n[01:03.96] Hope you been reading your Psalms and chapters\n[01:06.10] Paying your tithes, being good Catholics, I'm coming\n[01:08.87] (Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! 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