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Thursday, January 25, 2007

Satan, You Just Got Played

You Gets Nothing
Nada, Zilch
Looking for an outlet

A looking post
A place to peek
Into the master’s piece

His piece of me
Which is all of me

But you gets nothing
Not one inch
Not even a lil’ bit

From Your Attempts
I’m exempt
Covered By the blood
Free from Demonic Pimps

You can’t play me Son
I ‘m God’s chosen one

Birthed of Holy DNA
Chromosomes display
The ladder to the Father
Connection to Resurrection
Total Perfection

Eternally Scripted
God depicted

You Gets None, Son

Son of the Morning
Lucifer
Shatan
Whatever your name
You gets none

You can’t faze me
Cause you ain’t raise me
Up out of my sins
Righteously Ignited to Begin
Spittin’ Verbiage
Lips a Liquid Pen
Seeping
Leaking
Anointedly Reaking
Holy Fire
Righteously Attired

To spit your defeat
To verbalize your demise
Son open your eyes
Cause Satan
You just got played.

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Don said...

Love this. Very striking.