The Trinity - M.I Abaga, AQ

Father son and holy ghost

Gimme blessing till I overdose

I got a lotta haters lotta foes

But I’m the nigga that they owe the most

Father son and holy ghost

I know they want to see a nigga comatose

I got a lotta haters lotta foes

But I’m the nigga that they owe the most

Had a friend from Senegal, who told me

You gon send them all packing

So sit back and light a Dutch

Produce and end them all

They’re gon try to pretend at all your event

Because they can sense that you’re invincible, highly focused and integral to

the game

And maybe your principles are the same

They all the victims of shamers

They sit and wait they shall reign

The differences between you and these simpletons is insane

The can’t inseminate hearts, only leave an impotent stain

See I fathered the game go check the record books

When rappers couldn’t get DJs to play em like the second hooks

And nowadays vultures are circling

And certain men are working in tandem

To plan the downfall of the culture

I am

The father, your daddy, the wisdom, the savvy

The blueprint you tried altering

If you’ve lost road, I’m the source code, I am boss mode

Come sit at my feet imma teach you that I’m the last poet

I am Father

Father son and holy ghost

Gimme blessing till I overdose

I got a lotta haters lotta foes

But I’m the nigga that they owe the most

Father son and holy ghost

I know they want to see a nigga comatose

I got a lotta haters lotta foes

But I’m the nigga that they owe the most

Feel the holy ghost, it’s reassuring that

This anointing will only follow those

Who get the message and can express it

Until the homie knows

Who learn the lesson, in one direction

They fall like dominoes

When the spirit moves, I’m in rooms with fire figures

You pharisees, your fantasies are sacrilegious

I’m the hand that raise a man with hard corrections

Stacking sacks on sax like Sunday service tithe collections

I’m giving vision, the revelations of a 1000 hours

Till perfection, the inner section of the crown is ours

I’ve been around since time created dinosaurs

Sat in crowds that got aroused by Diana Ross

In a space that only relates to Santa Claus

I’m like a myth but giving gifts is my kind of job

I rip scenes and strip clean the victims

Desolation of Nations, uh I am the east wing

Casualties is human life, f*** your human rights

When I move, the body count is grounded, sugar-like

They fear me but hear me I am the comforter

I am peace, I am war, I am cold, the hot water

My pen is floss, my flow is like the day of Pentecost

To understand that I make you speak a different language

Read the signs read between the lines unless it’s Mayweather

Then I’m raining punches, I’m undefeated

Who can say better?

This rappers are false prophets, I am not with them

They prophesy lies and visions, spread it with confidence

They don’t paint no pictures, they Photoshopping and cropping them

The day of reckoning is when we come for them

Incompetent artist labels and managers, I cover them all (all)

They doubt my sacrifice, they walk away they stumble and fall (fall)

Know that my word is scripture

You blessed if I am standing with you (yea)

But question the vessel, you’re messing with something spiritual oh! (oh)

I died a couple times so you could flourish (flourish)

Gave you love and I encourage

But damn it your heart is porous (porous)

And now that you’ve left me?

How are you faring? Are you soaring?

Somewhere foreign, touring

Rising like the sun is every morning? (morning?)

I am the son that you condemn to die

Every time that you tell em lies

But my life is indemnified

So next time that you mention

I am shooting at you (pew pew)

Hope the bitch that you was tempted by

You semper fi (you understand)

Blood splattered, the brain matter

His bones shattered (huh)

Your thrown backwards, your dome scattered

Your chrome shattered (huh)

Son is turning to Sun, burning, I’ve gone savage (hey)

I’m hands off o' you nigga, carry your own baggage (yea)

If I ain’t want you to shine you would be gone, banished (banished)

Finished, famished, you showed me how sinister man is (man is)

You’re on your own now but no motion, can’t figure mechanics?

What you gone tell em this time?

Who you gon blame for the damage? (yay)

The son of man or you gon tell them the truth (truth)

I ain’t do you no evil nigga, only evil was you (you)

The son of man has come to tell you the truth

I ain’t do you no evil nigga, all the evil’s from you (yea yea yea yea)

Father son and holy ghost

Gimme blessing till I overdose (pour it)

It’s like you knew niggas will do the most

It’s why you gifted me a pen to coast