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• Written by Kalligraphy
Heaven or Hell, nails inserted, the messiah is murdered
Same time an infant is born, the death to birthin’
Far as quotes go, I move goal posts with my name
Soul stole but not so far from my actual strengths
At first I was lazy, but times have changed
Ask me now: I’m divine, ink passes through the page
I wrote rhymes puffing sage, kept my eyes as a gauge
Saw peeps crash cars, saw my cousin do cocaine
Heroin, but isn’t each illegal drug the same
That depends, the dosage can speak a different game
On Bible studies, I use to pray to revelations
Fingers intertwined turning white from my sins
Soul turning ripe but then I’m still just the same
What’s the point of forgiveness if I’ll do it again
From Adam to John, the forecasting angels
From atoms to bombs, Satan’s on our ankles
Life’s what you make it, you better ride or die
Victims of suicide lie in graves where momma cry
Conception to ascension, see what stories I tell
I’m Kalligraphy but you can call me “Allegory” as well
Yeah
Kalligraphy the illest
The sickest calligrapher
This is ours
Don’t get your sins restricted
Kalligraphy really the illest
Inked blood, the pen is the chillest
Saved, Damned, and Righteous
But who’s the nicest?
Who’s heart has more empathy for the lifeless?
Who is willing to give up their life for the trifest?
The heart is just a muscle, love is just a concept
Who can reproduce the fastest becomes a contest
Ask a Roman crucified alive for unlawful conquest
If he can redo it again and move way beyond his
Previous life, the Christ ain’t the only man on a cross
Lots of murders and thieves came before across
The Galilee land, sticking crosses into the sand
Folding their hands to prevent the nails from the man
Who’s tryna open up his palm, feeling the pain
It hurts, the person in the cross dies and faints
Over the fact he was hurting so badly he awakes
In heaven where the book holds his name
God tells him if his name is worthy to be saved
He replied no, and God knew his heart so well
He knew his number was called to see Heaven, not Hell
Stay sharp, keep yourself tuned and not stoic
Sooner or later you’ll see me as a true poet
Kalligraphy the illest
The sickest calligrapher
This is ours
Don’t get your sins restricted
Kalligraphy really the illest
Inked blood, the pen is the chillest
Gluttony to a beast tasting something sweet
I’m hungry to eat, racing for nothing in these streets
I’m like a cake with no yeast, the sun with no heat
The Son with no need to come and save our feet
I’m the pure to your dirty, the forgiveness you’d cry for
I’m the reincarnation of Pac, the dude you’d die for
I’m like a stone in Ancient Greek, poems I speak
Flowing on beats, holding this beautiful soul
If it wasn’t for God I’d be dead and untold
So mercy on me, have mercy on these foes
And bless up those woes, they keep me in sanity
I still believe I came from the Tribe of Judah's family
You see me? Understand I’ll stop the calamity
Understand me? This the man hoarding his vanity
Kalligraphy the illest
The sickest calligrapher
This is ours
Don’t get your sins restricted
Kalligraphy really the illest
Inked blood, the pen is the chillest
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024