Glossolalia

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Oh no
He talkin in that language
Oh that MJ
He's talkin to his friends in that language
Oh
They came up with that language after I got kicked out
We don't know what they're saying
Even the boss don't know what they're saying
He's talkin to heaven, oh no
What are we gonna do
How are we gonna know what they're up to
Oh no
Oh you think I'm drunk
Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump
Oh you think my crunk
Come from some booger sugar that I bumped
They don't want no funk
My cadence switch up gottem slumped
How I did my blunts
Roll'em in carpets puttem in the trunk
What up yo let me tell you how it was told
They don't know satan nem can't crack the code
And they can't cut the comms no no no
Sender receiver ta Heaven continuous flow
Uninterrupted message not corrupted
Bout ta get they butt kicked with an abrupt hit
Couldn't duck quick when the language switch
Violin pluck it throw an anguished fit
When you walk the walk you outline demons in white chalk
Intercede war hawk real spill no Jack no bean stalk
In satan ears all he hears is a bunch of squawk
Prolly how Charlie Brown teacher sound when she talk
Hands up head ta the sky while I edify
Sending prayers to the throne room that'll never die
Shut up in ya bones gotcha lit Holy Ghost fire
If they say you don't need tongues all them suckas a lie
Break up hell's airwaves in the earth
Lift up your voices with that heavenly sound
Disturb the enemy's camp; send a divine RPG to them clowns
Hell is talkin about you, you have them trembling
Oh you think I'm drunk
Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump
Oh you think my crunk
Come from some booger sugar that I bumped
They don't want no funk
My cadence switch up gottem slumped
How I did my blunts
Roll'em in carpets puttem in the trunk
Oh you think I'm drunk
Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump
Oh you think my crunk
Come from some booger sugar that I bumped
They don't want no funk
My cadence switch up gottem slumped
How I did my blunts
Roll'em in carpets puttem in the trunk
Oh no ain't no shame that I'm fluent in heaven's slang
I'm like ole Eddie Kane and them demons can't hang with the flame
Minions won't stay calm cuz God gave me napalm
Hotter than lake of fire sprayem with holy radon
Jesus lit my wick like John a man that hits
Scriptures stuffed in clips like parabellum tips
Prepared for war bring the drama ta hell's front door
And there's more of us than are with them galore
Sleepin on us ain't no creepin on us
Keepin notice of my flesh better speak when spoken
Godly glossolalia real no fakin bruh
It's so divine you can find in Acts 2 the 4th line
I haven't been po'in up water or juice in my cup
I haven't been sippin and no fat optimo spliffin
I received this tool that I use from the most Holy One
If you choose you can have it too I'm not the only one
Oh you think I'm drunk
Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump
Oh you think my crunk
Come from some booger sugar that I bumped
They don't want no funk
My cadence switch up gottem slumped
How I did my blunts
Roll'em in carpets puttem in the trunk
Uhh hoo, hoo, hoo
You ever hear'em sing in that language
I don't like it and I know they're talkin bad about us.
But it sure does sound purty

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