"Fruit of My Justice"
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"Fruit of My Justice"
Album: The Judge Hunter Greene of Elohim: I AM ART ...and this is..."
Recorded: 2025
Release Date: March 21, 2025
The Judge Hunter Greene of Elohim the sun of preside forever
with no letter grade on a curve
Sunspot to a not so mellow team
The run em, they're hiding to establish them a way to preserve
Grape or strawberry/ the falls very intense
Tree trunk sale fruit of my justice league and a flame
They approach the bench with a broken mention "Your honor"
Then I held them in contempt just for speaking my name
Cross examine/ the bitter boss could litter off the deaded evidence
and though the entry sign says no fear
It cost a famine just for buttering me up through I'm bred
and I'm risen from a different type of doe that I hold dear
The cold clear heir blew heat from the throne
To be caught by the congregation begging return
Bold sear, cause before He took His seat it was known
That the bridge of their defense would forever be burned
No warning, Lit and poured the Ash in the coke can
The mourning/ played as Beethoven and Chopin
Adorning my drums beat and feeding the scales
And for the sake Achan made sure I weighed it with both hands
The oath AND the swearing in the growth of a mole
with a keloid to devoid the choke of a soul
And while attempting to engage to measure heat of my rage
they saw me chewing up coal and spitting smoke in a bowl
Dizzy woke and a stroll with a sober roll of thunder and lightning
lit the furnace with a furnishing frightening
The earnest invite trend rescinded the ark
And so I slid inside the darkness while its hitting them white men
!!Reign fire with the land aim desire I could blink at steel pillars that they're thinking is sturdy with
The verdict read blacker of my visual verde
But they balled it up to throw away and claim its too wordy
So my fury in the eyes of them that thinking it's blurry
pulled out another rich hung to the jury that's sprung
And legal tender, the ender of the eagle in bulk crash
sulk my hulk smash is the color of cash
Chorus
The wind won't bind the only breathing of the heir to the throne
tell the eagles' best to leave Him alone
Due aggression with proven indiscretion better know He's prepared to inherit justice as a possession
Vengeance is mine, Lord of the repay
Collateral in a passing casual start
To inflict / the brave with a slaving director
And the waving of this scepter is a matter of art