Lyrics:
grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me
I bust and flea, these niggas must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can
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People who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ
Let me tell you where we're from dog…
[verse 1:]
New Jerusalem, that's my
Music is my purpose. Music is my medicine. I'll do anything
If you want me to grant you any of your wishes
I'll help you prove yourself
Now I want
on
Niggas was gone when the frame was on
I'm gettin' breakin' them balls daily
Is there a ghetto in heaven or
Do I go to hell?
See, seems I was sentenced
mind because I be livin within a time
I gotta be so defined, by the rhymes I write every line so tight
And I might just fly like Michael's type when I
I made arrest the president America ate me
Spoke the truth that the gov't hates me
They labeled me a prejudice poet
I'm speaking
see blood, I'm like a Great White
Catch you slippin' on a late
Night and it's no bark, straight bite
Watch you bleed out as reality
Starts to sink in
music, but I'd still make a band
I do this rap shit for amusement, like playing in the sand
Stressing in America? I'll be out chilling in Japan
I'll be
and wordplay's first place
And no man could ever change it
It's my destiny
No plan could effect my dream
I've done sets for Kane and sets with Dean
And when I
what's mine, that's taken
When u manifest destiny, it's yours for the taken
I only want the best of the best, unimpressed by the rest
Make America great
and living inside a mansion next to ball players
'Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my pallbearers
Fears what I see
now and we might see
Everybody rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity
I get up (ty), I get up (ty) I get up, when I'm down
Had enough, almost
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
on the tide to be held by my mother's hands
Cause if all my dreams wear tomorrow's shine
If all we have is just borrowed time
Then I won't need no gospel cause
Natives, Islanders, Hispanics, Asians
Ask one if America was ever great to them
When all we see televised is hatred
Wars between nations
Poverty
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger
How when your lyrics were written by a stranger
Fool I'm the greatest, you just the latest
I
souls
That was lost under control
That was spiritually oppressed
By the serpent of old
Then I met Carry Smith
Aka C The Light
From Draw Nigh Ministries
showed Christology In Layman's Terms
And I got amped
I said this Brother is nice
The way he was reppin for Christ
Shedding light to the masses
When he
Yea lets take em back
Uh-huh
I need a real love Mary holler at me if you need a real thug
We could ride through Compton to see real blood, real
another soul man
The original invisible, playing great music
I wonder why the Bangles couldn't use it
Now listen see, the real mystery is how music history
the hardest facts
The Gospel hit my heart
I guess that's what you call a heart attack
I'm looking at Ephesians 2 like
"What did Jesus see in you?"
It's nothin'
this way
Now hear my dreams
And by the time you wake
I'll look down from the clouds
See I'm on my way
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
of the congregation that quotes you
Are you inerrant?
Trust me, I know the feeling
Same feeling I get when people quote me like if they only knew
See I get it, but
By eyes observing this scene
I wise man said I have a dream
And I have a dream
To see be something
And live something
Try to divide us in pieces
But we
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