00:00LaVore punching through the silence
00:30They hear a whisper, a chill down the spine
00:32That's my gospel, my divine design
00:35Cecilion
00:38No chorus, just a presence
00:43Cecilion
00:48A violent, quiet essence
00:54The ledger is written in blood and in sand
00:58I got the whole city eating out of my hand
01:00They see a gentleman, a soup, a calm facade
01:03They don't see the concrete shoes to offer from God
01:06I hold the straight droughts and I hold the straight floods
01:08From the back of a club, sipping old world blood
01:11This music is the sound of a deal being made
01:13In a warehouse where the light begins to fade
01:16A nod, a handshake, a permanent delete
01:19The rhythm of the reaper, slow and complete
01:21My aura is aggressive, a criminal mist
01:24Settling disputes with a firm, quiet fist
01:26No chorus, just a presence
01:35A violent, quiet essence
01:45They talk about rap, they talk about crimes
01:50They're playing in puddles, I'm shifting fault lines
01:52My soul is a desert, my mind is a trap
01:55This ain't gangster rap, this is a map
01:57Of where the bodies are buried
02:00Listen to the silence
02:01Snap
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