Lyrics:
This is Christafari
Music on a mission
Preach the Good News to all creation
Preach the Gospel with no hesitation
Across the sky, across the sea,
this ring
But if i wasn't Tech N9ne
Bitches wouldn't even want to be with
Tech N9ne
If I did no music
Then would you respect mine
This wedding band
The gospel of fallen angels heading
Below the Earth's surface
A sermon written by the
CIA for Catholic churches
I make you look back on your
Life and think
Put tha guns down where tha love at
All this life you aint even lived yet
RIP to my potnas in tha war zone
They out there dying for they country
time you hit the
Vinyl the music can never be a hit
He who ain't got no sin should cast the stone
I've been saved by Grace and through faith alone
I've
stop
Whatever happened to rapping being rebellious
And music slapping asses of actions they keep selling us
The passion is lacking, cracking the pelvis
why I Stand bold like Christ in y'all presence now my faith
Has Seen Jericho walls falling down all around The music industry I pled
Christ Precious
Viewer discretion advised, vivid images live screaming!
I shed tears by the river
By the river
From all the pain that I done felt
And I can't help with
and treated me nie
Till I nerviously sprayed them with shit
Then the music stopped
And everything was quite
And all the rock 'n rollers started
a message for y'all
"I have found a new utensil in the devil's toolbox
and the heads are gonna roll if Jesus rocks
it's a worldly design! God's music
it enough ?
It shows that God is near
So if you really love Jesus
With all your hearts
Stand up and spread
The gospel and live by it
This world needs
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
This another public service announcement
We see so much evilness and wickedness in this world today
In the midst of all this chaos
I can say with
America rap again
Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin'
Fuck a Hypebeast, bitch, now who seein' me?
Nobody reports the music, this
gave me a ray of light
I smiled even though I was ready to die, I love you with all my might
Rock the bells, the gangster gospel is here
I'm featured
myself. The hopes and dreams that my family brought when they came here to America, the aggregate of all of those moments and acts of fate that created my
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
change the message on the stereo
I'm a rapper whose christian, or a Christian that's rapping
Are you influenced by the gospel
Or the music that's trapping
Night-Crawler Entertainment
Chapter one, verse one
Gospel of Razah
All my ladies
She was a virgin until she started sleepin' with servants
Now
"sure why not? I got no family. You seem like a nice guy."
So we went off to America,
The home of apple pie.
On the boat the Old Man told me,
I would be
brain
[Verse 1: Jay]
Cool cat and I don’t conversate
She lovin my music while she masturbate
Guerison jeans she lovin the taste
Think about days when I
Preach the new gospel kid beat your t.v.
Bust the boombox when rocked thief my beating
Heart spark the cipher then close the proceedings
Start by leading
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
official
Yeah
I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9 blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending
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