Jay-Z - Lucifer

[Intro:]
Kanyeezy, you did it again! You a genius, nigga!

[Chorus:]
Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you outta Earth!
I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital.
Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you outta Earth!
So you need to change your attitude ‘fore they askin' what happened to you.

[Verse 1:]
Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him,
But he also got a righteous cause for sinnin'.
Them a murder me, so I gotta murder them first,
Emergency, doctors performin' procedures.
Jesus, I ain't tryin' to be facetious, but
‘Vengeance is mine,' sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all.
Leave niggas on death's door, breathin' on
Respirators for killin' my best boy, haters
On permanent hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan
Pumpin' ‘Brown Sugar' by D'Angelo
In Los Angeles; like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker,
Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you, bastards!
Hope you been readin' your psalms and chapters,
Payin' your tithe, bein' good Catholics, I'm comin'.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Yes, this is holy war, I wet y'all all with the holy water,
Spray from the Heckler-Koch automatic.
All the static shall cease to exist
Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!
Spread love; to all of my dead thugs
I pour out a little Louis to a head above.
Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth,
‘Til that time, it's on and poppin', church!
Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock' either.
Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost,
Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral for stuntin' like Evel Knievel,
I let you see where that bright light lead you,
The more you talk, the more you irkin' us,
The more you gon' need memorial services.
The Black Album, second verse is like
Devil's pie, save some dessert for us.

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Man, I gotta get my soul right,
I gotta get these devils out my life.
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride,
They won't be happy till somebody die.
Oh, man, I gotta get my soul right
‘Fore I'm locked up for my whole life.
Every time it seems it's alright,
Somebody want they soul to rise,
I chase you off of this Earth.
Let me get serious for y'all, one second.

[Verse 3:]
I got dreams of holdin' a nine milla to Bob's killer,
Askin' him ‘why?' as my eyes fill up.
These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow,
Gone but not forgotten, homes, I still feel ya.
So curse the day that birthed the bastard,
Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash,
Reverse the blast then reverse the car,
Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob.
Lord, forgive him, we all have sinned,
But Bob's a good dude, please, let him in.
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge,
Please, blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again.