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because my mind is clear I won't fade

When I spit these verses it's like I just brought the gospel out
Leave em in the hearses tell churches to bring

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This is Gospel
I'm tryna win your soul
Sing praises to Jehovah
For He is Lord
Are you asking me?
Yes of course
I'm walking by faith so

I take the helmet of salvation
And the sword of the spirit
Which is the word of God
Everywhere I go
I am not ashamed of the gospel
So take the helmet

If I gotta do it on my ooo own 
So be it yah no bs 
If I gotta do it on my ooo own 
I won't complain 
I won't complain 
If I gotta do it on my ooo

Ok, let me clear a couple things up for you
And it might get weird
I know how this sounds
But we are not gospel rappers
We don't do Christian hip-hop

Yow yow
Can you smell that
Yow
Yow
Positive Rapper
It smells' like a party in Here
Alright
Clap your hands shake your body in here
All night
Gospel

This my gospel
Speaking truth like an apostle
Yea
This my gospel 
Yea

Look
Faced with so much
Most would cry
Not I
I let the song be my outcry
I

grills
Masking their inner fears
I be chugging the Ny Quill
Sick in my inner ear
Now what the fuck you talking about
You don't get high off the gospels

I spit that ghetto gospel, uh, real shit I spit that ghetto gospel, real vivid when
I spit it I ain't gotta gossip You can even ask them hoes if

And hit plenty of lines
He narrowed my path Im a grape in His grasp
Put that weight on my back He gone Get me to wine
I won't complain you won't get to me

frenemies demon seeds won't get the business
When I speak these lyrics
So if y'all oppose YHWH then y'all oppose my way
Cause I walk in YAH ways
Knock knock

Huh look If you ain't from the streets stick to your day job today was a 
Good day I got to thank GOD Never be limited by another's 
Imagination I

Ohh
Yeah, it's like, it's like some of that ghetto gospel shit
Yeah, yeah (oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

This shit right here sound like

it from the throat, suffocate till it's woke, medicate it till there's hope
I tried to but I won't pass the mic
Some rappers don't deserve a try, Some

Im hiding here so I can’t complain 
Can’t shed a tear so I hide the pain
Under a rock i would be more loved
By the ants and the bugs
Then my dad

drums is crazy, and I really need you to fucking sing
Let's fucking do this shit, yeaaaahhhhhh

Oh please, don't preach me a hostile gospel
Oh please,

the armor of God my soul is Armed and Ready
Girded in truth and righteousness on my chest my feet are ready
For the gospel of peace and I hold faith as my

They say the places we venture
A Christian shouldn't dare
Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear
You scared
Homie, I swear, I won't sin by osmosis

heard about the power of creation
If never then I promise you wanna pay attention
You pull up in a spot and they be like are you the rapper
Homie I ain't

Hop Slang mit dem wir dolmetschen
What up world, peace from Bavaria
Got touched by the gospel, so we gotta share this stuff
Not to annoy, but because we

shorten my days
I try daily to change my way
Lost my mind now I'm sane
Mary J Blidge no more pain No more pain
I can't complain, I won't complain, I can't

the ones up in my dome
One of those rappers holding on until I go home
Lyrics lit finger not still out of this world yeah
I used to think this rap game was

jævlig king
Ghetto Gospel hundre kopper lean

Ruller inn i Mosjøen by tar deg på en ghetto fantasi
Spruter dumpa overalt er så rik at jeg blir overfalt

plants
Out the hand, of the tramps, speaking against me and all my plans
I got great defense, I make complicated raps, I won't ABC it
Until the whole navy