Lyrics:
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
nah they ain't gon count me out
I got a backpack full of tracks plus I keep a Johnny Mac so we can pound it out
Plus I'm bumpin dese JESUS BEATS
a preacher
Jump on the track
Baptize the beat like it's
A blessing from Jesus
Papaw gon' shout from a distance so
All his haters can see it
You do whatever you
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
Jockin? a bitch, slappin? a hoe
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold,
me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so delit, you
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
Yo sex boi drop your fucking beat box oh
Bring that next level shit
Feel the beat
Feel the beat
Wad E in the muddy fucking house check it out
of passing away
If it's today I hope I hear a
Cry out from Heaven so loud it can water down a demon
With the Holy Ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus
where only God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said, "I'm lookin for Jesus"
He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up, it's
walk with God, I got the scars to prove it, uh
(Jesus walks)
God showed me the way, now the devil can't break me down
(Jesus walks with me)
Alright.
[Broad]
Excuse me.
[Waiter]
Uh, yes ma'am.
[Broad]
I have a reservation. It's for Jones.
[Waiter]
For Jones? Let me see here for
I was a teenager
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Jones, Capo,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
where only God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said, "I'm lookin for Jesus"
He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up, it's
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
that's nearly undefeated actually
Crowd starts to boo
If I involved ya two faggot ass
Sons it's gonna be casualties
It'll be a Low, Down
Dirty Shame how
A love for my King
Jesus Jesus Jesus
A love for my God
Jesus Jesus Jesus
A love for my King
Jesus Jesus Jesus
A love for my God
Jesus Jesus Jesus
It's
that Shug Avery Color Purple coming back, clap uhh
When that whole week beat you up and stress ya
But you hear that organ playing it remind ya of ya
the ground
After beat down on Jerry Springer tape
Wait put it down like shells hitting the ground
When I'm busting rounds
Put it down like beats by
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Bustopher Jones in white spats
My visits are occasional to The Senior Educational
And it is the against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
him away, I don't want to live!"
It was early Sunday morning Just before the birth of day
I can hear the rooster crowing
Sister Jones knelt down
knee shall bow
Every tongue confess
Jesus you reign forever and ever
Let me pick it from there
Yesu ndiye messiah
Hii ndio masaa ya
Ya kutubu tubu
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