Sermon on the Mount Lyrics by Lord Jessiah & Bronze Nazareth (feat. DJ Los)
Approached by the end of my wits
I’m stressed
Blowing bottomless pits of piff
Find a means to escape boarding 767 jets
Like Outbound scheduled departure
I’m never late
We all want a slice of the pie
More or less
Just beware of the man with the knife when he’s hard pressed
I’m like a baby on his born day two handfuls of cake
Still feel the weight of the morgue
It’s on my shoulders
How much more can a n**** take
We make war over dinner plates
Cutting lines need larger proportions
I savor the moment
It’s sinking in
This how the success taste
Wisdom of the ages
Finest bottle of pressed grapes
Today drink and be merry tomorrow’s the death date
It’s different layers of currents
Some warm and cozy
I’m cold chills
Life’s ill
Make a grown man cry
When the layers of the onion get peeled
Make your bed
Sleep you’ll get buried
The block’s hot
Passes is rushed
Hand to hands get hurried
Survival’s a must
So examine the pistol ensure it’s worthy of my trust
I’m getting bogged down like it’s a war
But it’s life
Ran w/shooters known off of the court
Shoot out your lights
Who bloodsport like it’s it in their nature
Won’t blink twice
The cup runneth over abundant
21 shots for the soldiers that’s hunted
Big gulps not small sips
Over the lips through the gums
Straight to the stomach it’s stiff