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letra de that part (remix) kanye diss - william night

[verse 1: night]

hail mary in my lungs
for life till the day that i’m done
father forgive me
i’m just your prodigal son
i’m a prodigy don’t need to eat with the pigs no muslim, but you read hadiths
in every rhyme that i’m writing cemented in time
no commandments but i command it
minds damaged go dam it
the holy water pouring in the flood
guess i’m noah’s blood
truly sure enough
baptized in the mud
feel it coming up
ascending to a higher plane, in a higher plane
g5 getting higher in my brain, she giving brain
blowing up, in the cabin or the trunk
when i sneak on the rappers bus, getting a buzz
too many forties in the cup
intoxicated from the supper
the lord is here, see it clear
guiding me steer
while i shed all this blood to clean rap, cheer
go ahead and make it clap
rewind it back, let me see that again
like a girl who’s backside is spazmatic
i rap that illmatic
i trapped that friction static
elbows touching automatic
semi stricken when they spitting
like llamas i’m a dragon on fire, no ahura
i’m cruising the rap game in a mazda
and you’re in your bugatti
left behind like kiilluminati
you in the past, i’m the future
let it bleed i won’t suture
already got the game sewed up, and throwed up
from the ill stuff that i’m putting
double up like double d’s on kanye’s wifey
no real, but real enough
to feel i’m big enough to k!ll, every rapper
i body this gods rapture
i’m a prophet, jeremiah and wale know it’s that way
y’all want to ride this once again
when all the lights graduate to fantasy
i’m balling like kobe
ye sign me, you owe me
cause i bought that gold chain on graduation
and homie i’m still waiting
missed the stairway to heaven
living for god know he’s listening
ain’t no ultra light beam, but jim got me ascending
i’m swimming in the baptismal
y’all disgraced with fake embrace
and braces face, telling kids to chop the ye
and tote the k, while rolling k
jesus that ain’t okay, y’all switch to lace
feel the b-ss, in your head
till the reverb, of the words from your scripture leaves them dead saying

[hook: night]

you no conversate about god’s grace, that part
hypocritical hypocrites in my sanctuary, that part
i’m the best to ever did it no james, that part
i’m iverson you getting broke out of your j’s, woh that part

- william night

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