Lyrics: 

Brahma 
Ra 
Krishna 
Allah!
Bitch...

Allah Supreme
Dreaming All The While
God Cipher Divine 
Kreyòl Making Rounds
Yep, Yep Niggaz Know
The God Don't Fuck Around

ta-dow!
the shroud behind the cover-ups and smoke clouds
mysteries so known
even when i shine a little the sun/son is so grown
Allah is on the scene (God)
so fresh and so clean 
like i spent my royal flush on the dutch how i smoke so much green
my Ben Sherman so Sheen
Latina mami high off the Charlie 
she said she wanted to ride my pony
did she have me on? very hardly
i told her i was genuine and she should keep it solo,
no matrimony
real Gods only do what they feel
if you can't correlate, your too fucking phony
i'd never marry the game
but oh, how she fuck so well
she wants me to play slave
but my mind is free and soul ain't for sale
i'm one God
it's one Love
three bitches, 
all buzzed
i guess imma' square?
eight arms, one chair
Lord how could you dare?
when the matrix is so convincing
but the Universe is inside of me
don't measure a quad-some for it's distance
but Allah can go the distance
twelve orgasms, one night
that's one miracle for instance
take her to church, she testify
bitches be bearing witness
but they gossip though
so all i want for my birthday is a sign of hope
if the world sinking, then give God the rope
exhale this Buddha wisdom
my nigga this is Gospel Dope 

Written and Produced by Kreyòl Allah ब्रह्मा रा कृष्णा अल्लाह

 


 

Kreyòl Allah

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