Letra de Law of Karma - VIC MENSA

Bongo By The Way

Uh, got killers in the L.A. that take your life in a New York minute (New York minute)

Uh, flyin' across the Atlantic with a bitch from across the Pacific, truth, uh

Sinnin' every night, every morning ask God for forgiveness

You are now witnessin' a God, God as my witness

I think I finally realized the weight of the Law of Karma

My fate in the jaw of Dharma

When you know your strength, then your weaknesses are your armor

Made it from beloved to hated through all the drama

I had to learn from that place, you could say it's my alma mater

On my way up, nigga learned to play with them scales like Amadeus

Our attitude was fuck you, we gut you if you don't pay us

One finger get you rolled like a layup

So many faces we lost, we could make a fuckin' mosaic

The game's like San Andreas

Nigga die, the streets replace with another player

We keep faith in chaos, knee deep, sayin' prayers

Allah, Muhammad, God, Jesus, Yahweh, Isha, they all teachers

Most niggas claim allegiance, but they non-believers, in practice

I could be guilty of the same infractions, it's taxin'

Claimin' righteousness with heinous actions

That's like the spirit equivalent of invadin' taxes

'Cause the fact is, you know what's comin' back in the end

I used to flow as if my ass was exempt, that was then

I realized by bein' stabbed in the back by a friend

I'm cappin', I say I'm not guilty of capital sin

Just look at me, on stage at the March for Our Lives

With multiple gun charges, involved in homicides

Look at me, crusadin' for violence against women

Lyin' and cheatin' in every relationship I been in

Look at me, speakin' down on a dead man's image

When that's the same reason I was beefing with Akademiks

No matter what we got, karma comes back to get us

I kill these niggas then ask for forgiveness, Amen

Uh, uh, got killers in the LA that take your life in a New York minute, truth (New York minute), truth

Flyin' across the Atlantic with a bitch from across the Pacific (Across the Pacific)

Sinnin' every night, every morning ask God for forgiveness (Ask God for forgiveness)

I walk in his image, Allah as my witness, my witness

Allah is my witness

Even back when I was dead broke, I still felt rich, yeah

Pistol grip pump, red scope on the KelTec, yeah

Tell the truth, I'd rather be selfish than helpless

I'm on a roof in the South of Spain eatin' shellfish

Hello

This is a free call from Swavell

An incarcerated individual at Dixon Correctional Facility

This call is subject to recordings and monitoring

To accept this free call, press one

You may start the conversation now

Peace God

I was buildin' in the, in the cell man, I was thinkin' about you man, so

This where I'm at it, bro

Remember when I hit you with that Egyptian Book of the Dead?

Well, you know God

I put you onto that for a reason

I did that 'cause, that's you, bro

That's your story

Look, everything Osiris went through, that's where you at with it right now

Just think about it

You a world civilizer, that was lured by the industry

Into your own sarcophagus

Ripped to pieces by your conspirators

By the media, by those jealous of you for no reason

And by other demonic agents of the system

Then, then you was put back together

Rebuilt by Isis, your wisdom, to rule everything from the land of the dead

In your case, it's the land of the mentally dead

All of this happened to the God by the time he was twenty-eight

You twenty-eight right now God, you feel me?

And that's holy breath right there, bro

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