Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum Lyrics

I vocalize

No compromise

I require more

Than what's between her thighs

Truth told wrongly

Can be worse, than a lie told fondly

If I don't say amen when I pray

It's only because

My conversation ne'er ends with Almighty

Flew Air Can to Swiss lands

There I could shake hands

With new foes and old fans

I, cut my teeth on truth, knew no throttle

So no cap for me means more than beer bottle

The Way's crux

Is not, lions and crucifixion

Rather apathy

And a loss of conviction

I fiercely fight fear

For sake of feeling free

Forsaking fake meals

To be full not hungry

Fee

Paid with blood to free me

So my toll's to bring forth good fruit only

Fie

On Beelzebub's whispers

My whiskers do sense Satan's snickers

Foe

Will not snatch what He sowed

Nor stymie me as I do steadfastly grow

Fum

Yea I rise like fenghuang

Presaging auspicious days for kingdom

Reason I am striving every day for transparency

Is a royal doesn't get the luxury of anonymity

So figured I was fain to train ability

My capability for honesty, e'en on the steep

Escarpment—reputation

Commanded self

"Don't embrace the rock face to save face in desperation

Nor about-face when facing humiliation"

Table afore my enemies, still taste I elation

Annihilation

Of my vices

I won't accept when my fear or my flesh entices

Me to stray from narrow way

Two legs at a time, I put on my pants, each day

Pass I to posterity what cash couldn't offer

The kind of genes that don't fade in the washer

I was given seed, packet of ability

And a mindset, with incredible fertility

It can be hard, when you know, how much you must sow

But at least the Spirit is in charge of making it grow

I see beauty in creativity under constraints

Took a marble slab from quarry

And chiseled it to refinement

I believe, in the strength of restraint

And fulfillment that transcends

Purely carnal enjoyment

And I'm grateful to above, for my will

Used to seize the moment

And my pen, helping process

What my choices foment

Fee

Line

In my balance

With the good path, I strive, to remain aligned

Fie

Null

Countdown

My opposition's naught, and my cup is full

Foe

Word

Whatever might come my way

My pen won't be deterred

Fum

Bull

I pick up, my purpose, and run

Matador, to evil

I have

Faith, as my shield

Holy Ghost

The only sword I'll leave unsheathed

Alongside quill

I'm an instrument, of my Lord

My heartbeat's drum

The strum's His will

Pray my strings, generate the right chord