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I’m the brightest silver lining

'Cause I’m the brightest silver lining

Don’t make, make me take my life back

Demigod with a record deal

Everything’s puny to me, you a newbie

I’m from Niburu, microphone check 1, 2, 3

Master of ceremony no matter the territory, I’m cozy

Oz a OG, my brain playing ring around the rosy

The fried egg in my head defies science

I’m Bill Nye, going to great heights to stay the highest

Call me Soulo hoe the prophet, but do you really comprehend it?

Is it prophet meaning messenger, or prophet meaning expenses?

Pick it… ah, forget it

I’m the brightest silver lining

'Cause I’m the brightest silver lining

Don’t make, make me take my life back

The philosopher getting stoned

It’s no doubt in my mind I found the philosopher’s stone

Thought these were just songs that I write?

You’re wrong

Move my mouth and move a mountain with ease as well

Dead ass, I’ma live forever like the HeLa cell

My nigga said «Ab you a genius but you gotta go stupid

Sometimes in order to win you gotta lose it»

My goal was to hit the hitters to glitches in the system

Do we really want to go to heaven?

Ain’t no bitches mentioned (this is a man’s

world)

I ain’t a sexist, I enlighten sisters too

Oh yes, it’s Bohemian Grove baby, not

One time for the women, two times…

I’m from another galaxy, I’m actually an android

Look me up on your galaxies and your androids

The devil was created, he is not a creator

An energy can neither be created or destroyed

It’s YMF nigga, YMF nigga

If I ain’t the messiah, I’m a mess nigga

YMF nigga, YMF nigga

If I ain’t the messiah, I’m the brightest silver lining

Don’t make, make me take my life back

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

Ay man, there’s more than one reason why there is only one

Remember that first or end before you’ve begun

I rhyme like I’m God’s only begotten son

She so loved the world she gave Soul the world

That’s why I just have fun, and use my third eye like I just had one

God gotta be a thot, the blood from your erection come from your brain and your

feet, so you can' think and you can’t run