VietCali - Prophetic Medicene lyrics

Whimpering is for wimps, it's simple You nullified bare your dimples at The sound of Gods screechin, yet you're pickin your pimples?! You're beseechin yourself, better protect your wealth, otherwise the unwise unrighteous and righteous alike will go to hell In a mosque, you could never get with the saucy flow Your raps slow, acapella, Like I said, your beats wack. No stallions in any sacks, no seeds, just weeds growin on their lawn, apparently the Lord has prescribed it to us through Folklore, words galore for the prophets from the rainbows Not even Muhammad would get with that kinda crackpot, wack in a plot of doctrines docters don't prescribe it, speak another "god is god" above a hundred times in Your faith in another universes's elements becoming ritual And you're guilty running with these rhythms, I know I'm tech n9ne habitual Your religion was submission not rituals or capital emission You split up like insects and allows incense like incest The messenger's message was the message Nothing lessage unless the lenses of my gla**es are frothy and bended I tell em, God is God They say repeat Takbir, it hurts my ears, they pearce a sheer brain cell and condemn my peers I have f**load of Semen I must release into someone I'm in intimate with But then I'd have to contemplate how inferior I am, according to Hadith, I'm indigene sh**, there's no going back To faith Yup. Mhm And I invented the internet So wait! Prophetic medicene in my music Call me Rashid or Ahmed, I'm used to grippin rhymes, the Messengers of Modern days, my face on New York Times Al-Lah only deceives for the righteous I know when I'm loved most when I type this Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Yeah, my scripture, supercedin the fixtures of n******gs, turnin cheek on me I told em they're golem with the books of rubbled temples they're holdin, I pummel a bum up, pumped up to get stupider on rum enough, I smack his a** up and slap him, I send his a** back to jupiter, and I ain't even went to college, I'm far too young to get stupider They see me a terror a threat, my mind covered in a thin net, my hood is gooder, my books are truther Your usurious advocates are trolls, you can't get into me Come wrap your lips around my dick it's like a sprite can, a fact not a simile, you can't fit in with me I seen the naked truth like the organic juice, carotene k**ing my liver, but really I'm ending me You're minds dulling from priests in venice, your felonies once uplifting falling before my apprentice, he takes his lightsaber to your children-let's end this *Damn* *Breathes in* You're about as good as a cringing streetcorner of Christians and cruddy Satanists rapin the ears of innocent sheeple, shiverin, drinkin they're dead settled in the seditive beers, the deers get hit with lights, not the man in the steer merely contemplations for the man in the rear. Dude, Judaism, do you hear? Eloh-akbar Sike [Quran 31:20] Do you not see that God has committed in your service everything in the heavens and the earth, and has showered you with His blessings - obvious and hidden? Yet, some people argue about God without knowledge, without guidance, and without the enlightening scripture [Quran 16:116] You shall not utter lies with your own tongues stating: "This is lawful, and this is unlawful," to fabricate lies and attribute them to God. Surely, those who fabricate lies and attribute them to God will never succeed?