Headlines
Yeah
I brought some brothers with me on this one
Can we spit a little bit
That real
Bars
This fluidness repels the sight of Judases
That blood has humanity healed with no loose ends
But what trends
To copy, paste the same wave
It's a shame that we place more stock up in the grave
Jesus rose in three days
Questions rise what they do with him
The case of body snatchers with no clue of the spiritual
Blowing the habitual is top of the potem
But love conquers all with no rhyme or no motive
Oh what you thinking get your mind out the gutter
Yo this race be hard and dirty like Tough Mudder
We was made equally but the devil switched the narrative
Now we follow the ways that lead to hell ya dig
I'm just brutally honest
Reset to realignment need an orthodontist
Modesty reaffirmed for the youth is logic
We distract and do a dance on TikTok is garbage
They would love to see my head up on TMZ
For breaking bad, Walter White no more vacancy
And no more currency in the purse get your eyes off
And put em back on the Lord with no blindfold
Let's go
As it stands I'm a prophecy
Not of a mans philosophy
Destined to be prolifically
All of what he has placed in me
Anything less is trashy, B
And honestly be a travesty
And I spread this with ease of me
That you greater than blasphemy
Pass this on or Hail Mary, B
Catch it all like it fell from tree
Washington meeting Cherry tree
Neither Drew or Ms. Kerry, B
Lord my God you carry me
Whether up or need therapy
Verily, verily, verily
He is the King and head of me
Funny how many thought of me
Thinking I had forgotten thee
Yahweh is the Lord
The essence of what's surrounding me
His anointing attracted me
Made me better view of me
He is the well of life and I'm honestly a Free Willy, B
Beast on the mic, a g, only roaring when Jesus speak
Still need Jesus peace so I ain't airing my other piece
Racism is a sin how you loving us brotherly
Do the right thing
Bring Breonna's family joy and peace
Murderers who killed George Floyd ain't even steeped in grief
Many of these folks living their lives after a murder peeps
Y'all want the trust but ain't giving the people justice, B
Y'all just be lying ain't getting no type help from me
No pacifying the people they getting truth from me
No glass housing at all come get this real from me
Wrong is wrong my G and ain't no sign of punk in me
I'm deading all sin even what's consider right to me
Cloak
Hit a flow rhyme zones
Straight from the Christ throne
Pipe bombs for the bygones
My life through Christ on
The right song got the lights on
Now the fights on shining bright palm for the Christ on
In light of this pandemic
Coronavirus'
I grab the mic and spit
Giving you the Christ that sits
On the right hand of Abba Father
Like George, I cry for Momma
In the trenches where they shot the llama
This is Hip Hop pure
These beats we murdering
Like purging sin
Truth causing riots like we in Ferguson
I pray for grace while we roll the pound
We don't joke we frown
When we think about the thorns and crowns
Demons floating now we choking loud
But we stoked the crowd
Even when it's foggy like a smoking lounge
I praise the Lord that he holds me down
s fire like your burner
Puts Moses spoke to the Holy Ground
I brought some brothers with me on this one
Can we spit a little bit
That real
Bars
This fluidness repels the sight of Judases
That blood has humanity healed with no loose ends
But what trends
To copy, paste the same wave
It's a shame that we place more stock up in the grave
Jesus rose in three days
Questions rise what they do with him
The case of body snatchers with no clue of the spiritual
Blowing the habitual is top of the potem
But love conquers all with no rhyme or no motive
Oh what you thinking get your mind out the gutter
Yo this race be hard and dirty like Tough Mudder
We was made equally but the devil switched the narrative
Now we follow the ways that lead to hell ya dig
I'm just brutally honest
Reset to realignment need an orthodontist
Modesty reaffirmed for the youth is logic
We distract and do a dance on TikTok is garbage
They would love to see my head up on TMZ
For breaking bad, Walter White no more vacancy
And no more currency in the purse get your eyes off
And put em back on the Lord with no blindfold
Let's go
As it stands I'm a prophecy
Not of a mans philosophy
Destined to be prolifically
All of what he has placed in me
Anything less is trashy, B
And honestly be a travesty
And I spread this with ease of me
That you greater than blasphemy
Pass this on or Hail Mary, B
Catch it all like it fell from tree
Washington meeting Cherry tree
Neither Drew or Ms. Kerry, B
Lord my God you carry me
Whether up or need therapy
Verily, verily, verily
He is the King and head of me
Funny how many thought of me
Thinking I had forgotten thee
Yahweh is the Lord
The essence of what's surrounding me
His anointing attracted me
Made me better view of me
He is the well of life and I'm honestly a Free Willy, B
Beast on the mic, a g, only roaring when Jesus speak
Still need Jesus peace so I ain't airing my other piece
Racism is a sin how you loving us brotherly
Do the right thing
Bring Breonna's family joy and peace
Murderers who killed George Floyd ain't even steeped in grief
Many of these folks living their lives after a murder peeps
Y'all want the trust but ain't giving the people justice, B
Y'all just be lying ain't getting no type help from me
No pacifying the people they getting truth from me
No glass housing at all come get this real from me
Wrong is wrong my G and ain't no sign of punk in me
I'm deading all sin even what's consider right to me
Cloak
Hit a flow rhyme zones
Straight from the Christ throne
Pipe bombs for the bygones
My life through Christ on
The right song got the lights on
Now the fights on shining bright palm for the Christ on
In light of this pandemic
Coronavirus'
I grab the mic and spit
Giving you the Christ that sits
On the right hand of Abba Father
Like George, I cry for Momma
In the trenches where they shot the llama
This is Hip Hop pure
These beats we murdering
Like purging sin
Truth causing riots like we in Ferguson
I pray for grace while we roll the pound
We don't joke we frown
When we think about the thorns and crowns
Demons floating now we choking loud
But we stoked the crowd
Even when it's foggy like a smoking lounge
I praise the Lord that he holds me down
s fire like your burner
Puts Moses spoke to the Holy Ground
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Writer(s): James Mcclelland
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