Sevin, Lavoisier, Bizzle - Zion lyrics

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