Lyrics:
a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old
her Bible and her three little boys
At the Double Rock Baptist Church makin' a joyful noise
There's more than one way home
Ain't no right way,
Don't know what I did next all I know, I couldn't stop
Word got around to the barflies and the Baptists
My mama's phone started ringin' off the hook
Dark sunglasses
And that next morning, sitting in the back pew
Praying with the Baptist
She could hear those church bells ringing, ringing
And up
and to testify
About prophecy
Everyone ah who see I, everyone ask I
Why am I a Rastaman?
John the Baptist, Marcus Garvey and Christ
They was a Rastaman
remember when bedbugs was biting
God bless me like a nigga got sinus
Ooh, Holy Ghost, I'm a baptist
Fucking them ratchets
Might get a Met Gala actress
Who
people was never Catholic (nah)
Head above the water, my mama couldn't be Baptist (woo)
They don't even make a category for my allegory
Raised all
know some of you dudes may cruise a 4Runner
But Christ had a dude to use as a forerunner
No promotor don't cut it
Like John the Baptist
You need
a minute Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist
the hand like John the Baptist
Ready to rip it, I hope in the captives
Greatest alive like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in they caskets
They can't seem
To the river of Jordan our Savior went one day
And we read that John the Baptist met him there
When John baptized Jesus in Jordan's rushing waters
safe
There's no religion that can save you, say goodbye to your faith
Whether you Muslim or a Christian, Baptist, Jewish or Adventist, Atheist
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
(Hell yeah)
I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia
Raised on southern Baptist morals
In a front
probably got saved on a rattled Baptist back row pew
Summers in the sun at Waterloo
Whisky bonfire buzz, yeah she's had a few
'Cause she's just like you
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
(Hell yeah)
I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia
Raised on southern Baptist morals
In a front
I was baptized at the baptist church
My old man taught me 'bout a hard days work
I learned how to love and learned how to fight
It's where we keep
of Goon Baptists
United Fellowship of Free Nationals
Residing pastor is thy .Paak
And the first lady is a bad bitch
With slanted eyelids and sick
Watch them lonesome boxcars roll
There's some big ol' Buicks at the Baptist church
Caddilacs at the church of Christ
I parked my camel by an ol'
Hungarian, Swedish, Finnish, Greek and Turk and Czech
And that ain't all.
I was baptized Baptist, Methodist, Congregationalist, Luthern,
Atheist, Roman
picks the crops
Hops, I diggity-digs more wigs than John The Baptist
They call me Mr. Rapper so I guess I be the rappist
No practice, yo Krayzie (Diggity
to Rumumasi when I get spiritual
Victory baptist church next to cathedral
Where Pastor Badu d'a the holy man
Him tell me say I woulda be the chosen one
Long
I was baptized at the baptist church.
My old man taught me 'bout a hard days work.
I learned how to love and learned how to fight.
It's where we
to show
Me some baptist better place
You can watch me as I try to fly
Watch the stars as your heart
Tries not to cry the cat won't work
The cat won't work
switched church homes
The bishop was tweaking, and we was Baptist
So how you a bishop?
Like technically speaking
You drove a white Rolls
Me and my family was
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