Niyabinghi, It's a war for real, and I'm a soldier on the battle field, its mad ill I'm Paranoid of all the land fills, mindset to kill in the asphalt jungles of a Secret Israel, find her symbol on a dollar bill, New Jerusalem is mad ill, That's my word, word up god. Born into ill political conspiracies, hidden agendas, and foreign policies. Predicated on blood currency, tricknology, and a murder mystery. I bare witness to what a whole world community in darkness can't see. The tyranny, the social, and economic inequities, lies, and deceit, the Instigation of the wars in the streets, revelations of ancient prophecies, that Foretold of my coming, and ultimately manifested me, as I crown myself King, and profess to be YorMajesty, representative of man collectively, Good, and evil, or whatever I gotta be, hardcore mentality It's a war for real, and I'm a soldier on the Battle field, I'm mad ill Paranoid of all the land fields, mindset to kill in the asphalt jungles of a Secret Israel. Find her symbol on a Dollar bill, New Jerusalem is Mad ill, That's my word. In modern day Babylon, I'm preyed upon by the beast, controlled by Imposters, that professes to be from the Middle East. Scriptures that bare no seals Of authenticity, brings new religions, and hypothesis to the minds that are weak Unaware of the true meanings of the days of the week, the devils children run Amuck while the world is asleep, that's my word; they'll try to murder you in The streets, put prices on your souls, for a half a pot of gold, it's hard to stay Warm in a world that is cold, when the devil is after your soul, that's my word. It's a war for real, and I'm a soldier on
the battle field, I'm mad ill, paranoid Of all the land fields, mindset
to kill in the asphalt jungles of a secret Israel, find Her symbol
on a dollar bill, New Jerusalem is mad ill, that's my word, Niyabinghi
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