performed by: spokenscriptures
produced by: pantheon
mastering engineer: 1900jrd 
creative designer: lampp, woenen

enjoy,
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ark of the covenant

WDFU [Woenen + Charkk]

sugie - holdyouclose [xouljaminaj]

ęlysium with lampp

heal dis pain

Welcome to the afterlife
Pantheon

Bitch I'm smoking skittles
It's way better than the runts
This why I like weed
Yea its way better on the lungs
Bitch I speak the scripture yeah I speak the Book of John
Yea bitch this a prophecy about when I met God
Im the Top Don
Im the nigga in charge yea
Better not try sum
My niggas carry arms yea

That bitch sip Patron
Told her lets go home
Great day for the shrooms yuh
Fuck the moon up
Do this for my people
Yea for my two sons
I will never sell my soul
Can you prove huh

I will never break the code
Murcielago take a nigga soul
Im a reaper of some sort
Think thats why I carry this sword
Think its why Im fucking these whores
Big black nigga but my hair not coarse
Cut it off yea at the source
Pussy niggas tryna know my source

Bitch I talk to God I talk to the Lord
If I talk to police I cover up my story like contour
Bitch I used to rob the stores
Came back home and told my bro we hit a score
They don't know us yea yea we a quiet storm
808s sound like thunder, break the floor
Man them niggas way so under yea they torn
Yea bitch Im a world wonder and Im touring

dirty, my soul

Bitch I'm with my german niggas cooking up like methamphetamine yeah
Fell down to my knees, when I heard my bro deceased
Yeah but I'm bout cheese, Yeah I'm bout my paper
Hmm might get a taper, Trench coat look like blazer

Yea I'm in blue, but I don't carry a taser
Nah I don't lose, Yeah I'm tired of counting favors
One nigga touch my brotha I'm letting em have it
Yuh one nigga touch my sister Im wreaking havoc

Yuh one nigga touch my fam they finna visit the graveyard
They think I'm a dick or sum they always say I'm hard
Bitch I'm finna flex sum yuh
Welcome to the scriptorium yah(Welcome to the scriptorium yah)

Bitch I roll my eyes
Bitch I roll my eyes
Bitch I roll my eyes yea
Bitch I roll my eyes

Uh, woa, yah, yah, no, no, no, no
Panthęon

Bitch I'm with my german niggas cooking up like methamphetamine yeah
Fell down to my knees, when I heard my bro deceased
Yeah but I'm bout cheese, Yeah I'm bout my paper
Hmm might get a taper, Trench coat look like blazer

Yea I'm in blue, but I don't carry a taser
Nah I don't lose, Yeah I'm tired of counting favors
One nigga touch my brotha I'm letting em have it
Yuh one nigga touch my sister Im wreaking havoc

chaos anrichten

Pantheon

This the definition of the future
Yeah the future generation,
Leader of many nations
When you listen to this shit you go into a trance
They worry bout the new presidents,
But I'm counting bands yea

No one in my lane yuh
No one in my lane yuh
Yea no they not in my frame yuh
Pay them no attention
Yeah bitch this pantheon
I made this shit from the ground up
They always hate on niggas that got power
In a sticky situation Ill choose yuh

We bumping cubanlink yea nigga fuck the blues
We bumping cubanlink man nigga fuck the views
No I wont sell my soul to yuh
No I wont sell my soul to you

Panthęon

This the definition of the future
Yeah the future generation,
Leader of many nations
When you listen to this shit you go into a trance
They worry bout the new presidents,
But I'm counting bands yea

No one in my lane yuh
No one in my lane yuh

bösendorfer

So many things to remember
The ghosts from my past know where to find me
I don't sleep well contained in these four walls

Pantheon

It's time to do this shit properly
Smoking on gas ain't no collard greens
Spoken scriptures get on top of me,
Last thing your girlfriend said to me
Take it to trial nigga
I aint settling
Know you a fraud nigga
How could you be better than me

Bitch It's spoken scriptures bitch I speak the truth
I speak in prophecy I speak in verses too
I'm like a God to me
They talking down on me
Take them down pronto
I don't smoke Fronto
Don't repeat the cycle
I need therapy, psycho

Hello cuban meet your foe
Its amusing yes I know
Said that Im crying bitch Im dying yea you know
Fuck being born rich Im dying rich I know
I wont abort this yeah my mission on earth
This not your turf
Not even your turn

It's time to do this shit properly
Smoking on gas ain't no collard greens
Spoken scriptures get on top of me,
Last thing your girlfriend said to me
Take it to trial nigga
I aint settling
Know you a fraud nigga
How could you be better than me

Bitch It's spoken scriptures bitch I speak the truth
I speak in prophecy I speak in verses too
I'm like a God to me
They talking down on me
Take them down pronto
I don't smo-

pas de deux

"As I was going up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he would go away"

I, I, I
I, I, I repent

My sins haunt me
My sins haunt me

Atone, Atone, Atone
Atone, Atone, Atone

ęlysium with lampp

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