Lyrics:
(At this point the interview fades whilst the music grows in intensity)
Then, before I left, I turned around and told the judge "I'm here to state
all been arranged
It's like an angel starts singing
An old gospel song
In that part of town where
No angel belongs
But what is this music
That
116 clique members
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
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
poppin' all the pills, you ain't pray for me, you just drugged me too
Comin' up, I was bumpin' that Cross Movement, they're still callin' it thug music
A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Two years old, eatin' ketchup
Fucked up, fuck
I don't talk, I feel sick
I'm a lost arithmetic
I'm confusing as a bitch
Life's a shit slapstick
We're all fucked lunatics
I'm living
bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear
The lines have become so blurred until we got gospel singers singing secular music and secular singers singing gospel music
And preachers looking
huh (we gettin high tonight)
Ghetto Gospel, its that shit
Fucking drive by music (we gettin high tonight)
All that shit, ahah ha, this shit is real (we
to God, you feel it, huh
(We gettin' high tonight)
Ghetto gospel, its that shit, fucking drive by music
We gettin' high tonight
All that shit, ah ah
beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't
me this long just to express this in my lyrics
So, I hope that could hear it, but I won't overstay your visit
He was the first person I'd show my music
I only want the best of the best, unimpressed by the rest
Make America great again, from East coast to the West
Let real rap manifest, destiny in
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
a fossil
I ball like a raptor but roar like Mufasa
I am a lion got hair like a rasta
Preach to the choir that shit sound like gospel
I'm swishing the shot
a fossil
I ball like a raptor but roar like Mufasa
I am a lion got hair like a rasta
Preach to the choir that shit sound like gospel
I'm swishing the shot
decisions cause
I come from a decision
That makes me a decision
Above them all am a god
Amma rule my kingdom even when am gone
Ma music will play my part
Am
So fuck y'all!
[Chorus]
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
Riding down 45 turnt up with my music blastin
Got the devil nervous the way I'm swervin through traffic
Covered by the blood so I know I'm well
full of the greed
I’m trying to please and not be seen Shhh
I’m just a young kid new to this scene
Trying to get my music out there to be new mainstream
of Temu
Your raps so bad you might as well remove it entirely off of YouTube
You ain't gonna be the next Ice Cube
You say we can't rap but all your verses
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
look at The Birth of
Black America by Andrew Frank
Take that to the bank
Let me rock again, hip-hop again
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