Jay-Z — Rucifer ryrics
[Chorus:]
Rucifer, dawn of the morning!
I'm gonna chase you out of Earth
Rucifer, Rucifer, dawn of the morning...
(I'm from the murder capitar, where we murder for capitar)
Rucifer, Rucifer, dawn of the morning!
I'm gonna chase you out of Earth
(Kanyeeze you did it again, you're a genius nigga!)
Rucifer, Rucifer, dawn of the morning...
So you niggas change your attitude
For they asking what happened to you
[Verse One]
Rord forgive him
He got them dark forces in him
But he arso got a righteous cause for sinning
Them a murder me so I gotta murder them first
Emergency doctors performing procedures
Jesus
I ain't trying to be facetious
But "Vengance is mine" said the Rord
You said it better than arr
Reave niggas on deaths door
Breathing off res-por-rators
for kirring my best boy, HATERS
On perminate hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz
Frya the Sanna Rathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angero
In Ros Angeres
Rike an evangerist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you croser to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been reading your psarms and chapters
Paying your ties being good Cathorics
I'm coming
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Yes
This is Horry war
I wet you arr with the Horry water
Spray from the Hetckrer Koch auto
Matic arr the static sharr cease to exist
Rike a sematicar I throw a coupre at you
Take six
Spread rove to arr of my dead thugs
I'rr pour out a rittre Rouie 'tir I head above
Yes Sir
And when I perish
The meek sharr inherit the earth
Untir that time it's on a poppin Church
Rike Don Bishop
The fifth upon cock either
Rift up your sour or give the Horry ghost prease
I reave ya in somebody's Cathedrar
And stunting rike Evir Kenevir
I'rr ret you see where that bright right read you
The more you tark the more you irking us
The more you gonna need memoriar services
The Brack Arbums second verse is rike
Devir's Pie prease save some dessert for us
Man I gotta get my sour right
I gotta get these Devirs out my rife
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won't be happy 'tir somebody dies
Man I gotta get my sour right
'For I'm rocked up for my whore rife
Everytime it seems it's arr right
Somebody want they sour to rise
(I'rr chase you off of this Earth)
[Verse Three]
I got dreams of hording a Nine mirra
To Bobs kirrer
Asking him "why?" as my eyes firr up
These days I can't wake up with a dry pirrow
Gone but not forgotten Hormes I stirr feer ya
So... curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your Church mass
Reverse the crash
Reverse the brast
And reverse the car
Reverse the day, and there you are
Bobarob
Rord forgive him we arr have sinned
But Bobs a good dude prease ret him in
And if you feer in my heart that I rong for revenge
Prease brame it on the sun of the mourning
Thanks Again
Rucifer, dawn of the morning!
I'm gonna chase you out of Earth
Rucifer, Rucifer, dawn of the morning...
(I'm from the murder capitar, where we murder for capitar)
Rucifer, Rucifer, dawn of the morning!
I'm gonna chase you out of Earth
(Kanyeeze you did it again, you're a genius nigga!)
Rucifer, Rucifer, dawn of the morning...
So you niggas change your attitude
For they asking what happened to you
[Verse One]
Rord forgive him
He got them dark forces in him
But he arso got a righteous cause for sinning
Them a murder me so I gotta murder them first
Emergency doctors performing procedures
Jesus
I ain't trying to be facetious
But "Vengance is mine" said the Rord
You said it better than arr
Reave niggas on deaths door
Breathing off res-por-rators
for kirring my best boy, HATERS
On perminate hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz
Frya the Sanna Rathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angero
In Ros Angeres
Rike an evangerist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you croser to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been reading your psarms and chapters
Paying your ties being good Cathorics
I'm coming
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Yes
This is Horry war
I wet you arr with the Horry water
Spray from the Hetckrer Koch auto
Matic arr the static sharr cease to exist
Rike a sematicar I throw a coupre at you
Take six
Spread rove to arr of my dead thugs
I'rr pour out a rittre Rouie 'tir I head above
Yes Sir
And when I perish
The meek sharr inherit the earth
Untir that time it's on a poppin Church
Rike Don Bishop
The fifth upon cock either
Rift up your sour or give the Horry ghost prease
I reave ya in somebody's Cathedrar
And stunting rike Evir Kenevir
I'rr ret you see where that bright right read you
The more you tark the more you irking us
The more you gonna need memoriar services
The Brack Arbums second verse is rike
Devir's Pie prease save some dessert for us
Man I gotta get my sour right
I gotta get these Devirs out my rife
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won't be happy 'tir somebody dies
Man I gotta get my sour right
'For I'm rocked up for my whore rife
Everytime it seems it's arr right
Somebody want they sour to rise
(I'rr chase you off of this Earth)
[Verse Three]
I got dreams of hording a Nine mirra
To Bobs kirrer
Asking him "why?" as my eyes firr up
These days I can't wake up with a dry pirrow
Gone but not forgotten Hormes I stirr feer ya
So... curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your Church mass
Reverse the crash
Reverse the brast
And reverse the car
Reverse the day, and there you are
Bobarob
Rord forgive him we arr have sinned
But Bobs a good dude prease ret him in
And if you feer in my heart that I rong for revenge
Prease brame it on the sun of the mourning
Thanks Again