Exodus Lyrics:

Time to get lit

Time to get lit

Follow me I got that fire I’m lit

I curse the devil don’t pardon my French

Man if threaten my family

You might as well hand me that shovel I’m diggin’ a ditch

Measuring stick, level at 6

Now gimme trips

Don’t roll the dice if you can’t pay ya debts

That kiss of death right next to ya lips

No Jadakiss

Go Jayden Smith

Karate Kid

Myogi taught me to handle my kicks

What’s my defense

I already said

I curse the devil don’t pardon my French

I parted ways wit’ the past like a kid

That was raised by the pharaoh

Now must flee from crimes I’d commit

But I’ll backhoe I constructed

A way to come back and get all of my kin

Why do you think

I’m diggin’ this ditch

Son of Moses and Harriet

I’m diggin’ a tunnel to funnel you in to the red sea

It’s time to leave the gods of Egypt and these pyramids

Yeah the consequences, are worse than you think

Let’s exit

I curse the devil don’t pardon my French

I part the sea escape chariots carried in by a black horse

Racin’ in like black Porsche

Exhaust, let’s off smoke when the nitrous on

Stay on course

Follow the torch

God gimme the light and I’m Sean Paul

Keep charging forward

Yeah the heat is on

But don’t be alarmed

If you feel like head is spinning, boy you ain’t hallucinatin’

That’s not a mirage, I promise that ya pupils straight

Red pill or the blue pill

No dozin’ no morphine

See the spirit realm, higher learning

Can’t get this high off of marijuana

You don’t know nada ner’ nada/

When I move I don’t fear karma

Ya heart flutter and it fluctuating when these rappers talkin’ bout these mere commas

I’m over here wit’ mind blown

Bushel burning wit’ a pure scent of that homegrown that’ll put you in another time zone

Why my face in the fire for

A voice in Bush told me I was a silo

A household for The Most High

A temple for the Shiloh

A voice box for my god folk

Round ‘em up boy it’s time to go

My God fly wit’ da gold sash and the white cloak

Slim path to the high road

Wide road, only flows to that black hole

I’m told there’s a tug of war over my soul

But I won’t let nobody but Christ hold

My end of the tightrope

Tell me let go and to let God

Can’t let God ’til I let go

 

I’m sick of livin’ in my past help me find my way out

I’ll keep speedin’ ‘til I crash will I find my way out

Said this’ll be the last time that I’m found here

Spirit said ya want out then I’m right here

Help me find my way out

Can I find my way out

 

Still curse the devil don’t pardon my French

My exodus

My exo-skin

Spiritual halo I’m poppin’ the clip

I dropped a payload for all of my ends

I found a payload it came from heaven

I call it manna

Tony Montana

Re-load let off till there ain’t nothin’ left

The devil want beef let the bullets commence

I curse the devil don’t pardon my French

I parted ways wit’ da past

Chuck a deuce, no truce

Not here to make no amends

I still jeers from all of friends

Like an elephant standing 9 feet 11 I will never forget

When I was sittin’ at rock bottom

Insecurities at the front of my conscious

Five ex pills anyone would vomit

I was, a living abomination

Christ was crucified

But, I just needed a some impalin’

That’s trees through the rib cage if

My stomach sick from the ailments

L’s of ganja to the face

That’s a mind full of paranoia

Eyes redder than the brake lights

Now I get high get off of prayer life

Drug free naw there ain’t a price

Holy Spirit hide in plain sight

Former life, tailspin

harlot, world of sin

feet swept, whirlwind

Jump the broom

Bride of Christ

Not a sidechick, nor a girlfriend

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