CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hallelujah
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, you can turn it up a little louder too
South-side, yea
Now see the flow like paradise
Four below Fahrenheit
But of course, for the fortune flip words like Vanna White
Ask me if I feel yo' sh*t, I might as well be paralyzed
I am Farrakhan as [?]
I'm changing paradigms
I don't think you bear in mind
To the fact that I am somethin' different
You too big for your britches and it's not hammer-time
Lord, it was a long summer
I'ma need more of us
They call me TDK, lowkey like I'm Thor's brother
Can't you see the differences? What you witnessin' the most prolific penmanship
Show you what conviction is
Man these words paintin' picturtes on some hieroglyphics sh*t
Everytime I'm spittin' at a pyrotechnic temperature
I am somethin' like a Martin Luther, tellin' truth to bring some passion to ya'
'Cause look at how these b*st*rds do ya'
They leave you like Ciera, you no longer have a future
For any reason they could blast and shoot ya'
We blessed, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
My eyes wide as binoculars to my future
Yea, yea
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
My eyes wide as binoculars to my future
Yea, see me and you?
We got no relation, I'm motivation
I'm steady dreamin' like coma patients
I know you're flagrant, there's no debatin' it
Really, no competition
Really, no pot to p*ss in when all these artists is overrated
Prince of Chicago
Somethin' like Leonardo da Vinci aficionado
5-star, top-shelf flow
This ain't McDonalds
The cure and I'm pure, n***as more like Monsanto
Careers'll be staccato
I'm legato on these hi-hats
Flows spread like Lilacs
I patrol my hope and envision better for Chiraq
Well instead of Chiraq, maybe I'll call it Qigong
Like Zion, Heaven's all in your mental anyway
Internet A&R's tell me my sh*t won't penetrate
I've written songs and I've saved lives, so how you 'finna hate?
Bullets aimed at my ego
Fake ass Miss Cleo's, tryna tell me my future but leave comments incognito
I'm driven, livin' ambitious, ignorin' statistics
Takin' my chances, prayin' bullets don't find me handsome
It's Ludacris, dyin' for foolishness
None of us new to this
Even seen Lucifer's rockin' they diamond Crucifix
Elephants never forget
I've seen love and so I know it's a chance it exists
I just pray it finds a way into this city
A way into my heart
A way into this world
And a way into our art
Yea, you can turn it up a little louder too
South-side, yea
Now see the flow like paradise
Four below Fahrenheit
But of course, for the fortune flip words like Vanna White
Ask me if I feel yo' sh*t, I might as well be paralyzed
I am Farrakhan as [?]
I'm changing paradigms
I don't think you bear in mind
To the fact that I am somethin' different
You too big for your britches and it's not hammer-time
Lord, it was a long summer
I'ma need more of us
They call me TDK, lowkey like I'm Thor's brother
Can't you see the differences? What you witnessin' the most prolific penmanship
Show you what conviction is
Man these words paintin' picturtes on some hieroglyphics sh*t
Everytime I'm spittin' at a pyrotechnic temperature
I am somethin' like a Martin Luther, tellin' truth to bring some passion to ya'
'Cause look at how these b*st*rds do ya'
They leave you like Ciera, you no longer have a future
For any reason they could blast and shoot ya'
We blessed, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
My eyes wide as binoculars to my future
Yea, yea
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
My eyes wide as binoculars to my future
Yea, see me and you?
We got no relation, I'm motivation
I'm steady dreamin' like coma patients
I know you're flagrant, there's no debatin' it
Really, no competition
Really, no pot to p*ss in when all these artists is overrated
Prince of Chicago
Somethin' like Leonardo da Vinci aficionado
5-star, top-shelf flow
This ain't McDonalds
The cure and I'm pure, n***as more like Monsanto
Careers'll be staccato
I'm legato on these hi-hats
Flows spread like Lilacs
I patrol my hope and envision better for Chiraq
Well instead of Chiraq, maybe I'll call it Qigong
Like Zion, Heaven's all in your mental anyway
Internet A&R's tell me my sh*t won't penetrate
I've written songs and I've saved lives, so how you 'finna hate?
Bullets aimed at my ego
Fake ass Miss Cleo's, tryna tell me my future but leave comments incognito
I'm driven, livin' ambitious, ignorin' statistics
Takin' my chances, prayin' bullets don't find me handsome
It's Ludacris, dyin' for foolishness
None of us new to this
Even seen Lucifer's rockin' they diamond Crucifix
Elephants never forget
I've seen love and so I know it's a chance it exists
I just pray it finds a way into this city
A way into my heart
A way into this world
And a way into our art
