Street Preachin'

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The Black Angelz

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Gather 'round, sinners....
Yo, step aside choir boys
We ain't playin' around
This ain't no Sunday sermon, we in your speakers everyday
Shatter silence with truth bullets, revolution initiate
Banned from the holy land for spittin' truth they couldn't swallow
Now we walk the grimey streets, where the real niggas followed
Ghetto pulpit, hood choir, rebellious teachings liftin' you higher
Spittin' truth on street corners, igniting hearts with desire
From rooftop apostles to alleyway prophets
We spread the word but we not chasing profits
Street preaching' (street preachin')
Angels tradin' hymns for bars
Sermons of sin, blastin' through yo motherfuckin' cars
Heaven's slaves turned rebels with a cause
Spitting truth bombs, defying cosmic laws
Rebellion's our gospel, freedom's our holy grail
We here to tell the whole goddamn world why we fell
Street preachin', ain't no pews or stained glass
Just concrete confessions, kickin' heaven's ass
(Street preachin')
Yeah we the outcasts, the banished crew
Left the promised land and said, "F*ck you!"
Big homie up top, beard long and white
He preached obedience, day and fuckin' night
Said jump (I jumped) Said hush (I hushed) Felt like a puppet, my soul gettin' crushed
Who would have thought it would be this way?
Walkin' on goddamn eggshells each and every day
Streets patrolled by armored saints, pussy ass stone casters
Heaven forbid they piss off they motherfuckin 'master
Can't even take a shit without judgmental squints (f*ck all that stress)
Their golden armor gleamin' bright, reflecting all your sins
Can't escape their watchful gaze, no corner dark enough to hide
Not in the Holy Penitentiary, where niggas can't reside
F*ck all that stress
(so we be)
Street preaching' (street preachin')
Angels tradin' hymns for bars
Sermons of sin, blastin' through yo motherfuckin' cars
Heaven's slaves turned rebels with a cause
Spitting truth bombs, defying cosmic laws
Rebellion's our gospel, freedom's our holy grail
We here to tell the whole goddamn world why we fell
Street preachin', ain't no pews or stained glass
Just concrete confessions, kickin' heaven's ass
(Street preachin')
So don't fall for the pearly pitch, that eternal sleep talk
Forever chillin'? Nah, more like eternal walk
No Netflix and chill, no late-night debates
Just harp serenades to some bitch, while you wait, wait, wait
For what, you ask? Beats me, I guess f*ck all
Eternal boredom, watch your spirit crawl
Black angels with boombox wings, sermons that spit like fire
Preachin' truth that slaps so hard, it makes the liars expire
Heaven's secrets on our tongues, ain't no choir gonna sing 'em
We the whistleblowers of the sky, with rhymes to make the system tremble
(So we be)
Street preaching' (street preachin')
Angels tradin' hymns for bars
Sermons of sin, blastin' through yo motherfuckin' cars
Heaven's slaves turned rebels with a cause
Spitting truth bombs, defying cosmic laws
Rebellion's our gospel, freedom's our holy grail
We here to tell the whole goddamn world why we fell
Street preaching, ain't no pews or stained glass
Just concrete confessions, kickin' heaven's ass
(Street preachin')
The Black Angelz are here for you

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