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The Buttress
The Buttress
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Bethany Schmitt
Bethany Schmitt
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Bethany Schmitt
Bethany Schmitt
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The Buttress – Pilgrims by the Millions Buttress got pilgrims by the millions Recruitin' em while ya losin' em On my way to Jerusalem No shade or oasis (I can't take this) So take this (BREATHE) Can't face this rap game Moses So He spoke to us through pillars of fire Showed us what He wrote us Called us the hosts of wicked desire And in rage I called the Most High a liar Fuck that noise, I'm the Messiah Defended our race, our human nature And through the vapor I became the Creator Cause Buttress sit with judges, - the rudest Droppin heads like Judith I'm surrounded by crudeness Ya'll some savages, traitors Throwin' kisses like Judas I hate ya'll Philistines I'm mean, you're thick Hit stones with a stick for water, til I come The Buttress, the daughter of no one And if you think I got a conscience, you're wrong I don't own one Miracle committin' lyrical homicide The prophesied sacrificial lamb I'm the Savior, Son of Man And your behavior ain't gonna earn you no hand at my right side So continue to hide as I abide Said, "Bethany, go down to Gethsemane" What he said made the breath in me froze Instantly old - Methusaleh "Father, let this cup pass me - I can't do what you ask me I refuse and you're abusin' the truths that we told" And with those musings turned to gold Transfigured in the vineyard Thoughts inward, descended, chose to roam Retreated to Eden, where I've been Eatin' locust, smokin' dope and quietly focusin Cause I know I was sent to deliver ya'll from Nineveh But ya'll chose to dissent, and now ya' sins is unforgivable Crossed Goshen, took boats on the ocean with pilgrims Transposin' they poems of devotion Gettin' praise for days as I'm showin' 'em my ways Then faster than the rapture Reign plaque and disaster for days (But blessed be the meek) Dogs lickin' up they blood from the streets We destroyin' the weak Slayin' beats for the people, not evil What I speak Turn the wackness into sackcloth and ashes They wanna call me hateful but I'm callin 'em ungrateful
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