[Intro]
Our Father, and our uncle Sam
Holy Mother of God, bring out the whole fam!
Uncle Ruckus and the whole fucking Levite clan—
Ha ha, somebody pass the pan!
[Chorus]
Yo, I don't know if I
I don't, I don't know if I
Yo, I don't know if I know
No, I don't know if I
I don't know if I
I don't, I don't know if I
Bonafide know if I know
Know who to glorify
[Verse 1: Voice 1 & Voice 2]
I specialize in throwing pearls before the hairy pigs
Them boys devising holy wars for a pair of kicks
The fortunate avoid my doors; I'm for the very sick
I supply them with poison; I'm their very fix
Amorphous rapport with devoted fans
Endorse this, import piss from holy lands
The short shrift, perform tricks, I'm fairly crass
I'm wearing masks like Mardi Gras, I'm bootleg mass
But no Catholic, more black than Kool-Aid packs
I'll pole dance, just throw cash, I move like Jez-
Ebel ass, devote half my soul to Ash
Avoiding tax and growing fast, thank you for the prayers
The good grass is for those who up at first dew
That's why I only fuck with those who got the thirst to
And if you with me, I'll be with you in the hearse too
But first I'll see you in the first pew
Yo, I got a lot in common with a box of Quaker cereal:
I got four walls around a glorious interior
The off-brands'll implore you all lower your criteria
But in the morning I'm the one restoring all your stamina
I can't defend the antics of the sycophantic cannibals
That can't control their hands and treat their friends just like they're animals
They pray to Phantom Santa, grabbing manna till their hands are full
Marinate in latent hate and all they venerate is damnable (flammable)
I can't abandon though; I understand you're disenchanted but
The standard to get in is not akin to something tangible
A chance to start again for every man is what I'm standing for
And to that end, I got some fans that I can't answer for
I know I'm hated; I know some folks think I'm a crook
But there's a reason why they call my work the Holy Book
Yo, it's okay, no need to let me off the hook
My one and only fear is God, and homie, I been shook
[Chorus]
Yo, I don't know if I
I don't, I don't know if I
Yo, I don't know if I know
No, I don't know if I
I don't know if I
I don't, I don't know if I
Bonafide know if I know
Know who to glorify
Yo, I don't know if I
I don't, I don't know if I
Yo, I don't know if I know
No, I don't know if I
I don't know if I
I don't, I don't know if I
Bonafide know if I know
Know who to glorify
[Verse 2: Voice 1 & Voice 2 & (Both)]
I know you fear God, but first of all, you envy me
I showed you how to go from water boy to MVP
I'll liberate you, elevate you to prosperity
I'll save you from the snake if you just raise me up and stare at me
A cold pimp, I'm hideous, I'm a dream denied
Won't make you wallow in pity, won't make you scream and hide
You're free to run, jump, dance, fall, you're free to writhe
You're free to wonder, but most of all, you're free to tithe
You're free to stumble, but most of all you're free to rise
I got the keys to the plunder. Yo, I don't need your tithes
I don't need your idol altars; I don't need your idle lies
I'm vital for the vinyl, your revival I revitalize
I'll fight for your survival, I delight to see the vine alive
And while the waves is tidal, I'll provide a light to paddle by
I don't give a shit bout what you people idolize
When you’ve seen the pits, and you come writhing out the other side
Your eyes are opened; You know that no one else is on your side
Just repent and I'll defend you when you're face to face with tribulation
There's only one that win the race, I say don't waste your patience
I'm what you're craving, I seen you in the basement crying
You reek of divine—
You seek what you find—
A piece of your mind—
The end of the line—
I promise I can change your fate and bless your faith with Benjamins
Have faith in something greater than the basic medicines
(Don't stay enslaved in the cotton, the polar opposite of—
Oh shit!—Just caught my reflection in the pulpit!)