Zion - Şevin, Bizzle, Lavoisier

Yeah

It’s the business of being a bondservant you know

I mean once you go so deep

It’s really like your hands is tied

You feel me?

Once He says go

It ain’t a question about whether you gon' do it

The only question that remains is what you gon' pack

Haha

Yeah

I crack heavy like E. Honda

Stacking my iguanas

Rapture the bars hotter than three saunas

My G-line's a conglomerate where they squeeze llama’s

These rappers is prima donnas nigga be honest

I’m at where they put d-minus in the sinus

And the brittle get broke like a weak promise

I’ll speak knowledge in ghettos they call it street college

We abolish the devil and try to breed scholars

We seek holiness we don’t seek dollars

We are unbinding slaves like cheap novels

Got a whole band of angels handling beef problems

What’s that mean man

My team jams with a wingspan Rasheed Wallace

Bro bro I’m going loco for the maker

The whole hood stuck in the dark go flip the breaker

If satan’s in the eye it’s an offensive act

I read a line break up the play like a defensive back

Yeah, we riders start up the sirens

Raise up your glass for revolution war

Marching to Zion with hearts of a lion

No need to ask me what I do this for

Lord if it’s drama You can send me there

Yeah I’m ready and willing to go

Your providence is in the air, air

Uh, Bizzle

Dear father I feel like I’m torn

Feel like as much as I love peace I’m itching for war

Grippin the sword

Ready and willing to kick in the door

Licking the four so they can’t poison our kids anymore

Is it a sin to be this pissed when I see ‘em getting awards

For claiming to piss bricks to simply dissing the Lord

The same Lord that was whipped till his blood dripped to the floor

Thorns gripping his skull nails through the wrist and into the paw

For the same sinners who whipped him and had him pimped to the pole

For what

Loving children and healing the sick and the poor

For what

Being innocent and never sinning before

My nigga did you forget it was your sins that He bore?

It’s God who came down to the earth in physical form

To get His kids and reconnect the umbilical cord

That was severed when Adam let the devil in

It’s already written

There ain’t no way in hell the devil will ever win

We riders start up the sirens

Raise up your glass for revolution war

Marching to Zion with hearts of a lion

No need to ask me what I do this for

Lord if it’s drama You can send me there

Yeah I’m ready and willing to go

Your providence is in the air, air

Lavoisier

It’s like

Warriors come out to play

Children of the light so we bang on ‘em in broad day

I’m not a Christian if I don’t do what the Lord say

Bars potent like a brick and a ounce of the raw yay

Look at these feminine men that say that they prophets

Using gimmicks for witnessing pimps indifferent to stop it

The hood is dying and ghetto living is toxic

My youngins got the kickers just loaded right in they pocket

Or right under the bench

Right next to the bushes

Chip on the shoulder 40 loaded suggest you don’t push ‘em

I put that little nigga in a headlock

And niggas know to the streets that I’m wedlocked

I’m a lionhearted zioness

Black man turning black kids into scientists

Streets raised me and never taught me how to grow up

But chains get broken whenever the Lord shows up

We riders start up the sirens

Raise up your glass for revolution war

Marching to Zion with hearts of a lion

No need to ask me what I do this for

Lord if it’s drama you can send me there

Yeah I’m ready and willing to go

Your providence is in the air, air

Revolution war

Send me there

Yeah I’m ready and willing to go

Providence is in the air

Air