Lyrics:
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
might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered
By the blood of the King
I don't do black music I
Don't do white music
I do
Someday I'll stand before the one
Who bought me with his blood
I'll thank him with my praises
For His sacrifice of love
CHORUS
When I see the Risen
hard, the lights is killing my eyes
I know when moms layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black
is actually a mandate. We're all actors in this I suppose.
What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer
a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
I feel assurin' durin', also glad
Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
Cuz
packed it's a mad house
Catch you slippin' by yourself and get you assed out
And homie that's word, my niggas gon' lurk
See that red and blue I
is black
Another OD, another life laid down
As Crips and Bloods take over the town
Panama Red and Sunshine
America's one big party time
Crack an'
Yo what's up.
For those who don't know.
I go by the name of Tech N9ne.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
Some of the things already known,
So fuck y'all!
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I get money from music, Kinda like to spend-spend
When I hit the town, I know they gonna let me ends in
But these other
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
watchin' and see us
Niggas wanna see us? Check the IG
I'm in the Villa throwin' blood up like an IV
Don't try me, Dej Loaf with the AK
600 million, 400
That's when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I pray he falls
But don't feel sorry for me
Things weren't always this bad
Why, when I was a young
Somewhere in America, a brother got shot
By another dirty cop, supposed to serve on the block
No protection from a stop, when the driver's too black
the midst of all your misery nigga
Stay fly never let em see you frown
Even smile when you down
Shit, I floss on my off days
Fuck what they all say
Niggas
We living in Hotel America
Which produced the Wall Street bull replica
Opportunities I see em through my retina
Finna get one and upgrade my
young men ceased from their music
for the kitchen our women they missing
see them for the streets loose chicks now chickens
our kids now cultists
You know, gospel is more than a music genre
It's a message and we got some of the best
Messengers to ever do this
DJ Mykael V on the ones and twos
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
the bed cause my dick played a prank on my butt
Hit em! Straight crept when I slept and stuck a laxative up
Suppository music! What y'all know about
Rubberband man before T.I. was
King of New York like B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my blood
You wanna see my mask and gloves?
What the fuck you want?
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its inner city youth - so I
[Chorus]
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