If I hear one more bar about a club or a bar Or a chick or a broad or a watch or a car I’ll be done with this rap game cause ya’ll not flowing More than money to get into heaven but ya’ll cats not knowing With the heal of my foot I can bruise a snakes head It ain’t fair it’s favor like Bishop Jakes said Step in the midst of my storm and tell that to chill While cats pop guns for problems ya’ll dudes is ill (Come on now chill) Stay in the will of the Lord See how many bills go by that you can’t pay for How many nice females you meet instead of trifling whores How many men we meet instead of dealing with these boys How many ties we make instead of starting these wars Man we the dynasty, a family of rulers Get in the gates with my Timex who needs a Frank Mueller And I’m not arrogant that’s just what my Pops told me And if I didn’t preach His Gospel my Pops would probably scold me I’ll go into war without semis or revolvers We were born to win inherited that from our Father Lawyer in the court room ultimate problem solver Cause we peculiar people a royal priesthood Preach the Gospel on blocks, projects, and neighborhoods Or either burn in hell but my point is understood (CalledOutt…what up?) CHORUS
Put your mics down, these kids don’t need that Put your mics down, Holy Scripture, they need that Put your mics down, we don’t need your feed back Put your mics down, last days the Future (repeat)
Yo I become all things to all men that I may win some The hottest thing hitting the streets since the sun check one Beside the Future’s name the future of the game You secular rap cat’s is lame and I’m calling your name Anyone who is not praising his name Or anyone who is opposing his name you cats can get it the same And I dare yall to come and get me Gods favor will tame that mane Front hard Christ will unclog your drain I’m not playing Don’t make me aim and spit at your brain Don’t make me spit scriptures at your brain I spit scripture til your flesh starts to chippin off man Genesis to Revelation bang again and again Yall sayin dumb stuff like I can’t win Stephen Brown put it the best and I quote “but with Jesus I can” You not for us you against us and I hate that man Cause God’s sons cannot lose and you cannot win
Chorus
Back in the day cats had manners like no and yes ma’am Now they walking on the blocks with glocks and techs man So you hard alright then partner I guess man But you no tougher than the cops or the next man Scared to death for your spirit inside I’m vexed man Give ya life to Christ in the next second Ya’ll know the Messiah the one who sits on the father’s right hand That man make up your mind now are you coming or going Scripture says blink your eyes won’t no saints be showin Defying all gravity laws in heaven and floating And if you see my pants sagging it’s cause of the Bible I’m toting God is so hot loaf bread cats in a minute you’re toast I brag not in my flesh but in my spirit I boast Big dudes pushin a point when you should be postin Sinner man your lifestyle is bogus Walkin around here with satan, at any second your life will be over Close your life to the world don’t leave yourself open Drownin in this ocean of sin when you should be floatin Take this how you will from your brother and your friend Pray that you hear it in Jesus name Amen
Басист и барабанщик одной, скажем так, известной группы жутко напились после концерта. Залезли на крышу небоскреба. Еще по бутылке виски - и наступило время откровений. Басист барабанщику: - Знаешь, мы с тобой никогда не могли попасть в одну долю. И не суждено этого нам. Давай покончим жизнь самоубийством. - Давай. Считают: - One, two, three, four... Ляп! Ляп!
