Jay-Z Lyrics

"Lucifer"



Lucifer, son of the morning!

I'm gonna chase you out of Earth

Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning...

(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)

Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!

I'm gonna chase you out of Earth

(Kanyeezy you did it again, you're a genius nigga!)

Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning...

you niggas change your attitude

'Fore they asking what happened to you

Lord forgive him

He got them dark forces in him

But he also got a righteous cause for sinning

Them a murder me so I gotta murder them first

Emergency doctors performing procedures

Jesus

I ain't trying to be facetious

But "Vengeance is mine" said the Lord

You said it better than all

Leave niggas on death's door

Breathing off respirators

for killing my best boy, haters

On permanent hiatus as I skate

In the Maybach Benz

Flyer the Sanaa Lathan

Pumping "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 reading your psalms and chapters

Paying your tithes being good Catholics

I'm coming

Lucifer, son of the morning!

I'm gonna chase you out of Earth

Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning...

(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)

Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning!

I'm gonna chase you out of Earth

(Kanyeeze you did it again, you're a genius nigga!)

Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning...

you niggas change your attitude

'Fore they asking what happened to you

Yes

This is holy war

I wet you all with the holy water

Spray from the Heckler Koch automatic

all the static shall cease to exist

Like a sabbatical I throw a couple at you

Take six

Spread love to all of my dead thugs

I'll pour out a little Louie 'til I head above

Yes sir

And when I perish

The meek shall inherit the earth

Until that time it's on and popping church

Like Don Bishop

The fifth upon cock either

Lift up your soul or give the holy ghost please

I leave ya in somebody's cathedral

And stunting like Evel Knievel

I'll let you see where that bright light lead you

The more you talk the more you irking us

The more you gonna need memorial services

The Black Album's second verse is like

Devil's pie please save some dessert for us

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 'til somebody dies

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'll chase you off of this Earth)

I got dreams of holding a Nine milla

To Bob's killer

Asking 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

And 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