Broken Wing

[Verse 1] Dah-nuh-na-na-nuh... yo G4 for sure, we're goin' to war son On his snide pride, lyin' with a smile and forked tongue Stealin' with his eyes, chillin' back of the forefront Will's design to ill the mind, but here the fourth horse comes Screamin', "come freedom!" in this season of drought Messianic demons meet in secret, we believe it aloud Without the greedy grubbin' ducky hands, just feet in the clouds Swingin' sickle at these anti-Christos keeping us down Blingin' heathen at this bloody freaknik, geekin' to drown Crowds of weekend warriors, but Meaty seeked, so we found Never peace on this earth, reserved for sleep in the ground Awaken only perfect in to keep the weakness without But who's that creepin' in the teachin' without speakin' a sound? The loudest deacon fell asleep and shrouds his speech with a doubt Fallen singer, fingers you down to scheme and a shout Blinded eyes screamin, "why?" tryna beef with the how [Hook] (On the ground) Wonder how with no wings, but we'll both fly Only a fool would bring war on the Most High (is that your broken wing?) Is that your broken wing? Misery lovin' company, huh? Hopin' we both die [Verse 2] He who's living in vain, though it's given us bling And paints life in image, gimmicks in this splintering frame Tainted gift, that fallen angel clipped, crippled and lame Limpin' for sympathy, bitch-like, but his riddle's his name His fiddle dribbles out the brittlest twang, the vain cynical Derail the faith train to inflame your fame, literal Brang pain, vain to maintain the slaves' brains And claims of brave ways, but can't stay safe and hidden though Beef or vegan or white Jesus in the middle road Posed for sold simpletons, frozen in a glimpse of hope Focus dimmed and interscoped, floatin' winter's splintered boat Notice hiss in intervals, lotus twigs and integrals Known as bitch to flitty hoes, golden grip and fixing votes Sold us six in Christmas ho's, broken scripts and videos Jokin', just skinny bows, locin' shitty city folk Hopin if the kiddies quote they'll see him as the pinnacle Yah [Hook] Is that your eyes open high to the bloody horse soundin'? Real birds and bees, honey, forty four thousand Comin' on this cloud with a quake and a loud wind Singin' with this Jesus to the drums of war poundin' We found him, now's the season, ain't no reason for doubt, shit If you ain't 'bout it 'bout it, you're about to get drowned, kid 'Til all praise Yah, triumph: Zion, this mountain 'Til all realize, to find my ties at this mountain Bounce on witherin', slitherin', ain't no side 'round it Or way to stay out, to catch the snake on his down rip With triple-six brow, frow toutin' this foul chip Blazin', amazed at how this truth just sounds sick Fakes ain't forever like the weather just sound bit The lightning strikes twice on his mic and resounded We wonder in the thunder, ground without the dumb proud shit To see you on His judgment with a blunt and a Crown Vic'