Lyrics:
let me direct traffic for a minute (talk to 'em, pimp)
Let me tell you about this hyphy movement we got goin' in the Bay
When I say somethin' you say
As Jesus stood by the lake
The people crowded to see His face
So He sat down in a boat and said
The Kingdom of God is near so repent
All the people
sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it,
King Jesus (He's coming, He's coming)
All hail King Jesus (He's coming, He's coming)
All hail Emmanuel (He's coming, He's coming)
All hail the God
and my word, all a black man owns
If you in that man zone, how you figure to gain
Can't bowl a 300 in another niggas lane
Better aim, you dealin' with
of warring classes
Was it worth it?
Fucking fascist
I procreated in this madness
I gave it all to the masses
And was first up on the blacklist
An activist
Now
True villain
Face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took shorts in the street
And the universe givin' praise to Him (what? What?)
Look, as long as I got King Jesus
I don't wanna hear no talkin', uh
Big face, lookin' all awkward
This day
drive off in a spree
See my face up on T.V.
On the News on channel 3
Make a movie DVD
Moving mountains can't you see
Pet the lion part the sea
Bet ya
Lord of lords
Piece of the pie, or peace of mind, what's more important?
A lot of y'all gone hear me, but don't feel me though
This that look yourself in
And even me and Reese
And i can't get too loud for ducas
Let him rest in peace
Every trophy in the hood was a jesus piece
Brown nd yella in that chain aint
been, tossed and torn
I have been, in the lost and found
No one cared, 'cause no one dared
To stand by me, and set me free
Then ah found Jesus
Yes ah
I take his name in vain and devastate; disgrace his sacred dove,
Then raise my glass, to god and drink thy blood, Jesus I hate your guts.
If all
Turn me all way up
l know l got that flow back nigga
You got couch here
Real rap peel back in the Mac black
She ain't at where I'm at send that ass
But God in all his wisdom
Busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then
But I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered
I've been bought by the blood of the King
I've been saved by the maker of all things
Though I was dead in sin
A hopeless enemy
Your grace broke all
I'm going off like "kill me" I'm still goin' in
God, by all means possible
Give me the faith to live and die for the gospel
Tell 'em bring their guns
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
See my sin it is rolled away
And I rise with Jesus
I will rise with Jesus
Shall we continue in sin
By no means
Shall we continue in sin
By no means
Jones
I waited my whole life to be somebody
But now I've gotta get a visit just to see somebody
I'm in this all white, reminscin' all night, 'bout
this been the path
Moving and still in the same place
Y'all need-a stop with the real life lag
Always moving up I can't be in last
Just something I
write about motor ??cars and diamonds
??just whatever new guns in style
Prodigy the bring me that kid
Word to take the Jesus just baby face genius
Him all Your praise
Praise Him right now
Lift your eyes to the heavens
Your face to the sky
Look unto Jesus
Let faith arise
Just one call and He will
Whether it's tan skin or black man to them it's the same
So Ima shake this man hand look him dead in his face
Tell him his daughter do some thangs,
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