Church (Glad About It)

Everybody say church
Preach on it
Allow me to speak my truth
Everybody say Church
Preach on it
Good lord good lord
I come alive when I'm in this booth
Two doors lift up like the hand on a Nazi seats on wasabi not a mazaradi or a rari

I'm ridding in (Shh don't tell nobody) killing this shit ain't smell
No bodies cant sell no bodies hot sauce for the cheese
So please don't make me shell nobody

All well my body no pardon don't start him up he gassed
Already still on edge finna flash already got the mallet let you have it
Get you smashed already get that base out ya voice

I'll kick the taste out ya mouth treble from the rebel one sub
From the woofer sound fuck around and shake the paint off ya house

I got whips like I was advocating enslavement paint dripping cops tripping claim
I'm vandalizing the pavement

Back gone like a dress for prom drop top atomic bomb boys claiming peace
But gettin spit on like you back from nam

Prob I'm the solution strange causing confusion the chemicals
I'm made of i promise there's no diluting cops too busy shooting claiming its
Cuz we're looting looks more like executing

Now everybody say church
Preach on it
Allow me to speak my truth
All communion say Church
Good Lord Good Lord
I feel divine when I'm in this booth

So let me get this straight hands up don't shoot in the back
Get shot by the would be cops but don't want us to revolute

What you expecting us to do continue cooning and follow suite promised 40 acres
And a mule but all we ever got was lashes and a noose

You ain't tryna hear that so peep the 22's on the coup no wait 28s
Like black history in the midst of its short change and misery valentine's day

Strange a masacare carries the same name shame I'll get back to the chains
Or how the alpine bang on I 20 mystical sound get out the way
Its ludicrous hunted for our pigment

What else can I say or have i said to much yes the world's corrupt
But its enough material stuff for us not to give a fuck

Yup masta chains whips nigga would you stop that shit makes no sense
Windows the perfect tint shade in case the illuminated eyes peak in

Now let that seep in don't let the sheep in deacon my only sin is in my skin
Church
Preach on it
Allow me to speak my truth
Everybody say Church
Good lord Good Lord
Preach on it
I feel divine when I'm in this booth
I feel divine when I'm in this booth (Hey)
I come alive when I'm in this booth (Hey)
They say to turn wit ya head then shoot (Hey)
Give us the noose (Hey)
I say church execute us put it right on the news (Hey)
Well preach on it
Y'all don't wanna hear that tho right