VIC MENSA – Law Of Karma Lyrics

VIC MENSA Law Of Karma Lyrics

(Bongo By The Way)

Uh, got killers in the LA that take your life in a New York minute
Uh, flying across the Atlantic with a bitch from across the Pacific, truth
Sinning every night, every morning ask God for forgiveness
You are now witnessing 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 its my alma-mater
On my way up, n**** 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
N**** die, the streets replace with another player
We keep faith in chaos
Knee deep, saying prayers
Allah, Muhammad
God, Jesus
Yahweh, Isa
They all teachers
Most n***** claim allegiance but they non-believers, in practice
I could be guilty of the same infractions, its taxin’
Claiming righteousness with heinous actions
That’s like the spirit equivalent of invading taxes
Cuz the fact is, you know what’s coming back in the end
I use to flow as if my ass was exempt, that was then
I realized by being 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
Crusading for violence against women
Lying and cheating in every relationship I been in
Look at me
Speaking 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 n***** then ask for forgiveness, Ameen

Uh uh, got killers in the LA that take your life in a New York minute, truth
Uh, flying across the Atlantic with a bitch from across the Pacific
Sinning every night, every morning 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 eating shellfish

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Peace God
I was building in the cell man, I was thinking 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
Thats your story
Look, everything Osiris went through, that’s what 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 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 28
You 28 right now god, you feel me
And that’s holy breath right there bro