​iCON the Mic King - Law & Order lyrics

(iCon the Mic King reading pa**age Jude 1:9) "Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil And arguing about the body of Moses Dared not bring against him an abusive condemnation But said, "May the Lord rebuke you!" [iCon the Mic King] Swing the chariot low - my wings melted on re-entry Archangel turned Azazel - hateful spawn of the intrigue Six-ty cycle hum and haw - over "what is God?" Corrupted judge of flaws? or function above your thought? 'Til the puzzle's solved - I hit below the Bible belt Take oaths with my left hand - write "Michael" with my right as well Science fails - to explain what astounds all Men of the cloth stay cloaked in the shroud of torren-tial downpours From now on - it's raining catechisms and dogmas Tetragrammaton atom bombs wit' the magnetism of karma For armor - I hide under umbrella statements Slipping over good intentions the road to Hell is paved with And gla** stained with blood of supposed witches Thin line between heretics and clerics in this bowl of fish It's true - bliss accompanies ignorance So it's heaven for the weather, hell for the company benefits (Chorus) iCon the Mic King There's no me, there's no you No dark, there's no light No cause, there's no effect No wrong, there's no right I - was born in Black August With a halo and a torch the beer Law & Order No action, there's no reaction No life, there's no d**h No question, there's no answer No right, there's no left I - was born in Black August With a halo and a torch the beer Law & Order [iCon the Mic King] My cup runneth over blood of soldiers Spilled within a clutch of cobras Seraphim's wearing hymns, stuck up in a crux, a coma Noah's Ark, was the survival of the fittest So Darwin, bless America created in his image Sacred is his limit Vitruvian man in the mirror Complete with a crown of thorn as payment for his penance Forgive us our trespa**es like God heeds advice My hand-me-down genes was spliced with Jesus Christ This old fashion statement falls to exegesis I'm Mr. Fantastic, if God was to fisticuffs Will eclipse the Sun if you want, scrap - please advise This for the Angel he a**igned the catalog my every thought 'Til I'm defied, I'm speaking in tongues and cheek I bury seed from the forbidden fruit - up sprung a tree That I plucked to feed original sinycism God made men, once man made God from myth and fiction (Chorus) iCon the Mic King There's no me, there's no you No dark, there's no light No cause, there's no effect No wrong, there's no right I - was born in Black August With a halo and a torch the beer Law & Order No action, there's no reaction No life, there's no d**h No question, there's no answer No right, there's no left I - was born in Black August With a halo and a torch the beer Law & Order (Priest talking w/ (iCon)) Yeah, what up iCon? (Do ya thang man) It's ya boy man (No doubt) Priest, Priesthood, Priest, uh (iCon the Mic King) Put in work (Always, everyday) k**ah Priest n***as [k**ah Priest] If y'all truly knew my inner thoughts All my backstabbing enemies would walk Satan whispers "Well I'ma stick-up his cross" Cold frost appear out my nostrils Look what y'all did to his beloved Apostle They threw stones Sharp teeth up their large tooth to his bone If y'all truly had known since the day of his baby chair 'Til the day he grew to a throne Space was his birth place From a nation of Kings to a curse race Felt the evil blood going thicker to his gene's every birthday Every nation wanna be in first place The old lady reaches from her purse gave - The last she had to a Pastor Planned one day she'll see the master When she will after the Reaper grabs her Priest and iCon complete this chapter Receive the glory - then read their story Iron fold the triumphed soul define the applying hole (Chorus) iCon the Mic King There's no me, there's no you No dark, there's no light No cause, there's no effect No wrong, there's no right I - was born in Black August With a halo and a torch the beer Law & Order No action, there's no reaction No life, there's no d**h No question, there's no answer No right, there's no left I - was born in Black August With a halo and a torch the beer Law & Order There's no me, there's no you No dark, there's no light No cause, there's no effect No wrong, there's no right I - was born in Black August With a halo and a torch the beer Law & Order (iCon the Mic King reading pa**age Jude 1:10) "But these speak evil of whatever things they don't know What they understand naturally, like the creatures without reason In these things are they destroyed."