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BANK$y (feat. David Obinna & GREY from ZETA)
by Matt.Clip
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Can I write these rhymes, can I do it
It's been a long time, can I do it
Am I outta my mind? Can I do it
I don't know man, only one way to just do it
I just did it
I just picked up my pen and I just finished
I just put down these words and I just dished it
Like clean dishes, they shiny, they glistening
I'm a christian and I really hope you listening
Really hope you see the code that God put in the scripture
Really hope you hear these words I'm painting like a picture
Really pray you catch the vision
Son of man has risen
Son of man is, man is, God in the flesh
And he called me, called me, called me to rest
And I promise, promise, promise I'm the best
Maybe not but you know what I mean
You know what I mean baby
You know that I dream
Martin Luther King, baby
And Coretta
Don't do this for the cheese
Don't do this for the cheddar
Don't do no provolone
Don't do no mozzarella
It's getting cold outside
So please grab a sweater
Gloves and a hat
Matter fact, screw that
And just rock some shorts like you Canadian
I'm not from here like I'm an alien
Yeah I'm from heaven
Holy Spirit living in me greater than eleven
I give you ten reasons Ben stronger than Kevin
The bread I eat is unleavened
Confession's done
Confession's done
You better lay low
I'm sending heads flying
Ain't no sense trying
Who really wanna rumble with sensei
Shut that shit down like Mutombo, Dikembe
I need cash and amenities
While I'm snatching identities
Couple souls getting sold, you can buy or lease
Cut a deal with the reaper to pawn 'em a little cheaper
Quick two for ones like siamese
Do the math right, don't worry bout me
I swear to G** I hate and always on your ass tight
Red handed under black light
But location's secret
Double agents couldn't leak it like a gas pipe
Mimics walk around with they chest's out
Bullshittin', cast doubts on em, calm down
You admitting
Way too much foolish pride, frankly
That's why I do what I do
To slide like Banksy
Slide like Banksy (What?), gon' slide like Banksy
Gon' slide like Banksy
Ayo
Can I write these rhymes, can I do it
It's been a long time, can I do it
Am I outta my mind? Can I do it
I don't know man, only one way to just do it
I just did it
I just picked up my pen and I just finished
I just put down these words and I just dished it
Like clean dishes, they shiny, they glistening
I'm a christian and I really hope you listening
Really hope you see the code that God put in the scripture
Really hope you hear these words I'm painting like a picture
Really pray you catch the vision
Son of man has risen
Son of man is, man is, God in the flesh
And he called me, called me, called me to rest
And I promise, promise, promise I'm the best
Maybe not but you know what I mean
You know what I mean baby
You know that I dream
Martin Luther King, baby
And Coretta
Don't do this for the cheese
Don't do this for the cheddar
Don't do no provolone
Don't do no mozzarella
It's getting cold outside
So please grab a sweater
Gloves and a hat
Matter fact, screw that
And just rock some shorts like you Canadian
I'm not from here like I'm an alien
Yeah I'm from heaven
Holy Spirit living in me greater than eleven
I give you ten reasons Ben stronger than Kevin
The bread I eat is unleavened
Confession's done
Confession's done
You better lay low
I'm sending heads flying
Ain't no sense trying
Who really wanna rumble with sensei
Shut that shit down like Mutombo, Dikembe
I need cash and amenities
While I'm snatching identities
Couple souls getting sold, you can buy or lease
Cut a deal with the reaper to pawn 'em a little cheaper
Quick two for ones like siamese
Do the math right, don't worry bout me
I swear to G** I hate and always on your ass tight
Red handed under black light
But location's secret
Double agents couldn't leak it like a gas pipe
Mimics walk around with they chest's out
Bullshittin', cast doubts on em, calm down
You admitting
Way too much foolish pride, frankly
That's why I do what I do
To slide like Banksy
Slide like Banksy (What?), gon' slide like Banksy
Gon' slide like Banksy
Ayo
