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Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,

God one blood and you don't Even know what the difference is
In the hood im like a genius
Off top attacking demons
But the pastor and the deacon
Don't

Needed a helping hand, didn't get one
I did it all by myself, I'm the one, never the one
This ain't you that nonsense
Now they 'bout to gossip
Show that

mind
Intertwine the abstract with everyday contact
City of the Jack from his point of view
I view my avenue from a different set of rules
These dude's be

It’s so many ways I can start this verse
Ima start by putting niggas in hearse then leave em in the dirt
Go and check my last EP if ya females wanna

black men
A Poet a Pastor & a personal trainer
Yet what I've learned about slam the gym and church
Are the pressures to be perfect and develop

know you got questions about my connections cuz I talk to the Pastors 
cnd I talk to the streets
Targeting every demon then we cast them out, Whats

forfeit 
So everyday I make a play I’m gettin more rich 
So high what floor is this 
Drive by might score a hit 
And I been savin all these racks I’m

listen what the pastor say then that who the culprit

Mama said when you mess with pigs it get dirty
And they ain't gettin' cleaner everyday I'm gettin'

Father God, we lost without you and we Need your help
We led astray by false pastors that done Sent themselves
Give me truth and give me death, but give Me

Barna Trash and Rash  when true eating banana 
Big Men's(Deceivers)Engineers(User) Pastors(liers) Government(Hypocris) people who see they are greater

the light 
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks 
Baby go head, show the universe a champion 
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered

job

I know whatever I do I gotta make it run up
Gotta get it by any means young nigga tryna come up 

I Don’t know what I got myself into
Payday ain’t

didn't wanna go, so I slammed the do' in 4 do' Ford Foc
Went home took some notes
Plotted and schemed try to prove the pastor wrong
But by the end

our own might its all by his grace
Beautiful smile dark skin
Brown eyes prom Queen
Baddest girl in the city and every boy’s day dream but lately
She

provided the plaster
Constitution collided the matter
People fight for the latter
I've been scolded by the caster
Those who stick by the pastor
I'm sick

rapha elsadai and Ebenezer
When mi see di pastor anointed by the most high
Holy ghost fire burn the liar
Thank God for the church choir
All the ministers

brain on pivot neck on swivel 
Playas pass pull up and shoot wit out the dribble 
Seen it  on youtube  a million views 
Pastors and the morticians that

the NBA my contract is a max
And like the government I'm going to tax
Greedy like your pastor nasty like oil castor and orange soda
Everyday I got to reach

Mustapha Lyrics
Intro:
Everyday has a story, like today, there’s a story in it. A soldier wakes up, do some couple of push ups, dressed up and hit

Yea I recognize that I sin 
Everyday when I pray brother 
How about you? 
When I judge someone 
I make sure that there present in the court room 
How

more or less
Oh Jesus
On the same bed
When you come around you always full of pretense
When you laying by my side you cannot read text
All you do is

now he locked up making chump change by the hour white man tell’em when to shit, shave, sleep and shower reading black power novels minutemen armed in

Ducking 12, associated different side of town
Now music was the thing to saved me, when them boys came
Kicking down the door to take me, what the pastor