Riphunter

God spoke to me last night
When I was in a cafe in Jakarta
She said it’s too crowded
One snap of her fingers, we were suddenly elsewhere
Lots of water, lots of wind
The view was nice but a bit grim
She was furios, so I asked her what’s wrong
She said that I went back in time
And it was the greatest crime of all
Plures mundos
Plures mundos
Plures mundos
Plures mundos
We gonna win this
We gonna win this
We gonna win this
We gonna win this
Bad to the bone, i do it alone
Your idols keep blowin' up my phone
We started as kids when y'all do was just preach
Too ahead of my time, it won't work (Niche!)
My dad always say he don't understand me
My mom, she spent life as a secretary
They hate me for being me so who I should be?
A man/ a woman with cum laude degree?
Mom says if only She'd go back in time
Then all these problems wouldn't be mine
Prayin' to God but I guess She declined
She said "nein", She said "nein"!
But praise be to god, I'm alive
We almost reach finish line
**** what you heard, **** what you heard!
Heart of my enemies, that's for dessert!
Funny thing is instead of wanting me dead,
Now they want me to be bad
Think if I go back in time and tweak history
Things would be better like - ugh, it's sickening
But maybe they're right, maybe I right
Things could be different if that's what they like
And how 'bout I poison the haters on site
Why? well, out of spite!
How? easy, cyanide!
Give 'em free dinner and tell 'em to bite!
Or if that's too easy we can take their babies
And burn 'em and call it a night!
Cops will be chasin' us down but we move out of town
'Til we're safe and sound, we're nowhere to be found
I'm sorry does that sound crazy?
Well put me in prison already!
Ain't nothing's right with this backward nation
When my friend went to rehab for being one in million
Ain't nothing's right with this rightful nation
Left behind its heritage in one year, smooth motion
Folks tell me to go back in time
Fix things up one try make it all a-rhyme
Folks tell me to commit greatest crime
Tweak time/what time/well I guess I'm in my prime
Tell me to be loud and political
So tell 'em my head's the price for being political
So tell 'em to play my band in my funeral
And play my funeral on national television
Tell 'em to see what's wrong in this backward nation
Tell 'em to get ready jump back in time in motion
Ask them to join me, get ready for collision
Ask them to get together win with me, demand devotion
Kids went nuts at my show
This nation don't even know
I get no recognition
For my success are proven
Opportunities are given
For those ones whom they've known
They never see it coming
They'll never see my dreams dying
And son, you who disobey God,
There would be great earthquakes
And in various places
Famines and pestilences
And there will be terrors and great signs from heaven