Hallelujah lyrics

[Verse 1: Fashawn]
Ayo, hoes holler hallelujah, how I maneuver
Passenger's side with Ruger, connoisseur
My mind is a sewer, infested with garbage
Crime, rhyming and music, disrespecting the market
Like a Mexican martyr, boy, I do it to death
Nothing left with the carcass, squeeze a Tec on the target
Aim the wreck at your artist, flames, a mess on the carpet
Then hit everything except for the daughter
Cat burglar to a merciful murderer
Certainly not with the circus, they trying serve
I'm either too hood for my own good
Or I'm too good for my own hood
Cold is the climate in the hearse
Where they found me in the dirt, too demonic for the church
I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
This is ghetto gossip while I work

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Live from Venice, the southern menace
Put me in the Guinness for raising hell up for all the sinners
High as tinters, violinists, I string them all along
Tied to the flow like water skis in the red ocean
Hang like an apostrophe, any MC no Qu'ran
I prayed to the God, then prayed on their bodies all at once
Sun setting, never regretting the day's events are gone
Forgive me for my sins, with everything that I pen my palm
Sweaty, sick as spaghetti, my noodle machete sharp
To n*ggas that wanna spark, I pray for you, hallelujah
Quick as a cougar when I maneuver
You spit manure, eating Peruvian in my rishwa pen
Pretty Julia Roberts, I'm a woman robbing you
Of your coolness, hard to reach like the stewardess
Underground like the sewage is, who f*cking with the kid?
Did this show evidence?
International, such an animal, yeah I really been
Killing on the daily, you n*ggas crazy and asterisk
Star, follow me you could probably find the manger
I been major, it's Rapsody, boy
[Verse 3: Rakaa]
I don't trust the score, I've been baffled by judges' cards before
Never leave it in their hands, that's the art of war
I learned the proper punching power started from the floor
Ground up, renovate, a wall is just another door
Resurrected like the phoenix, blazing every stage
Spread my wings and fly, but gravity's a heavy cage
Hellfire and heaven's rage on every page
Revelation propaganda, maybe it's the seven plagues
Aiming at the tower, same commercial, different station
They stuck on training wheels and tracing paper, vapor chasing
I'm half amazing, a quarter sinner, a quarter savior
Fascinated, Rakaa seen the wretched paint the righteous painting
My travel agent's favorite, preacher's son, no sign of fading
The lights weaponized, fireworks at night displaying
The blazing arrows fly, a thousand points of light just raining
Careful when you're in the quarters, chariots are hydroplaning

[Verse 4: Domo Genesis]
f*cker, we from the hundreds now
Kill a f*ck assumption, we bucking off or we ducking down
Couple blocks away from the form, check how we run this town
You f*ckers get this work in abundance, check my circ*mference now
Circle wasn't set stretching, yoga flame
Hottest rapper in the streets and they don't even know his name
Kept the dope, boy, and I ain't even need a golden chain
I'm focused, man, you shooting like a rookie that don't know his range
Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the novacaine
sh*t was once an open game, we got it by a rope and chain
Losing all control of wild paintings in my broken brain
I don't think you get it, scrap me down for anything you n*ggas sending at me
Young n*ggas flexing, mean mugs but trigger happy
I'm getting high, I don't ever let a minute pass me
I'm feeling famished, b*tch, I'm sick of fasting
About that action, we can get it cracking
Never find sh*t to match
[Verse 5: Evidence]
I caught a body, they called it a verse
Called the cops, I caught the life, they calling a hearse
Pain is easy in reverse, I think pleasure hurts
The first rule is win, the second's don't forget the first
I think the worst now behind us
Hello first-timers, it's welcome to one-liners
Question anything against the center of alignment
This rock ain't a diamond until it's polished up and shining
Decide to ride the retro minutes to the summit's peak
Others fall trying to climb it because their stomach weak
When we climbing in the summer heat
They throwing shade against the team when the others meet
Despite the hate when sun'll speak then others peep it
After this drops, nothing’s best kept but nothing’s secret
If nothing’s nothing, then what the f*ck is getting even?
Just an odd man out, another duck in season
What’s yours is yours, what’s mines is mines
It seems as simple as it simply rhymes
I keep the simpleton spit in all the sympathy lines
I mean it’s Craig G rap, Kane on symphony shines

[Verse 6: Vinnie Paz]
Slay the Nazarene, you just fire water, I’m gasoline
It ain't a day in Philly if I never pass a fiend
It’s blood everywhere, similar assassin's scene
Purify the water, correlate the Torah, Maccabeen
You think that you could box with Vinnie? Dummy, that’s obscene
The nine milli silly, dummy, but the mac is mean
The downstairs wild gritty, but the attic clean
You have unbearable lightness and just a lack of being
You ain’t built to shoot the five with me, that’s the thing
I’m only after one thing, money, that’s the rings
I’m only after one head, money, that’s the king’s
A rat gonna be a rat and so he have to sing
I got an Ingram MAC-11 and it has a beam
And that’s a beautiful love there, it has a gleam
You wasn’t in a platoon, cousin, cause that was Sheen
Old school, still loyal to guns and Vaseline
[Verse 7: Action Bronson]
Selling the J dirty boogie, gray hoodie, hit the dougie
Pinky rings on racks of chicken nuggets
sh*t’s like shooting fish in a bucket, dab the hummus
I’m in Japan for the summer, land the plane
On Jamaica Ave, black rain in the forecast
Four-four class, open a stolen Accord door and haul ass
Body disposed by Albanian doorman for four grand, aw man
I throw the lamb in the ground and leave it overnight
You ain’t ever seen this in your life
You ain’t used to being where I been to, Curly and my men do
You ain’t been through sh*t I been through
This is limited edition, 666 driven
Tryna keep from out of prison
So I lay low, throwing dice, tomato sauce for the boss
Place the bib over the cross, it’s us