Electric Church Music by Myniakal Lyrics
[Produced by GoldSoul]
[Intro: Issa Gold]
Prophet Issa Gold tho came through nigga im frigid you know that cold flow who you with nigga you know im getting all gold doe
Naw hold up nigga I said
Prophet Issa Gold came through clean doe bitches on my meat she trying get off the
Naw that ain't it that ain't it hold up yo yo I said
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Diamonds forever immortality is mine g
These normal niggas is humans and I'm a sayian X3
I know it seems i'm wishing that I could live in my dreams
See these niggas can't get in all stuck in the lobby
While i'm levitating up high and no body by me
Seeing niggas seeing me man the thought is obscene
Trying to elevate your shit ye homie mock me watch me as I master flee, evolve into a living god g
See me in the image of something underly unseen but appears only to the people who can fly and free dream
Kill a nigga before I let a mortal get by me
Flying so high no wings on my back necessary
Now that I'm in nigga consider the rest buried
Under ashes they livin but need my blunt cherry
Like some sort of demonic force these niggas fear me but contrary
Levitating higher everybody tell me slow down
Drop em to the bottom stomp they head to these fools drown
Bitches drop they drawers every time my team come round
Ruthless nigga ye you can call us bloodhounds
T-Sharp drop a body leave a nigga no sound
Movin all this weight around town call us greyhounds
Greyhounds nigga thats the leader of the dog pack
Came through nigga with motherfuckin good wooo
[Verse 2: Myniakal]
Are you High? Be better if you were still
Intoxicated off different liquors and perc pills uhh
This is for that psychedelic listener
Lucy in the sky with diamonds trying to get a wiff of the
Purple haze got that 'Hey Joe' rhythm
Can't get satisfaction grabbin pesos get em!
Saved Souls with em ain't no sort of aggression and they open up their legs with the doors of perception uhh
I am as hard as Muhammed Ali shaving or Malcolm X praying to Jesus that preach Satan
Don't take the brown acid or the 50 hits of green for now well cruise around in the mystery machine
Going up the country while im grateful to be dead frankinstein music putting cables in my head
I'd probably be excluded from businesses while highway 61 is revisited
[Hook: Myniakal]
Got a way to open minds but your methods worse welcome all the crowd to my electric church try these psychedelics and your rep get hurt welcoming the crowd to my electric church
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[Intro: Issa Gold]
Prophet Issa Gold tho came through nigga im frigid you know that cold flow who you with nigga you know im getting all gold doe
Naw hold up nigga I said
Prophet Issa Gold came through clean doe bitches on my meat she trying get off the
Naw that ain't it that ain't it hold up yo yo I said
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Diamonds forever immortality is mine g
These normal niggas is humans and I'm a sayian X3
I know it seems i'm wishing that I could live in my dreams
See these niggas can't get in all stuck in the lobby
While i'm levitating up high and no body by me
Seeing niggas seeing me man the thought is obscene
Trying to elevate your shit ye homie mock me watch me as I master flee, evolve into a living god g
See me in the image of something underly unseen but appears only to the people who can fly and free dream
Kill a nigga before I let a mortal get by me
Flying so high no wings on my back necessary
Now that I'm in nigga consider the rest buried
Under ashes they livin but need my blunt cherry
Like some sort of demonic force these niggas fear me but contrary
Levitating higher everybody tell me slow down
Drop em to the bottom stomp they head to these fools drown
Bitches drop they drawers every time my team come round
Ruthless nigga ye you can call us bloodhounds
T-Sharp drop a body leave a nigga no sound
Movin all this weight around town call us greyhounds
Greyhounds nigga thats the leader of the dog pack
Came through nigga with motherfuckin good wooo
[Verse 2: Myniakal]
Are you High? Be better if you were still
Intoxicated off different liquors and perc pills uhh
This is for that psychedelic listener
Lucy in the sky with diamonds trying to get a wiff of the
Purple haze got that 'Hey Joe' rhythm
Can't get satisfaction grabbin pesos get em!
Saved Souls with em ain't no sort of aggression and they open up their legs with the doors of perception uhh
I am as hard as Muhammed Ali shaving or Malcolm X praying to Jesus that preach Satan
Don't take the brown acid or the 50 hits of green for now well cruise around in the mystery machine
Going up the country while im grateful to be dead frankinstein music putting cables in my head
I'd probably be excluded from businesses while highway 61 is revisited
[Hook: Myniakal]
Got a way to open minds but your methods worse welcome all the crowd to my electric church try these psychedelics and your rep get hurt welcoming the crowd to my electric church
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