Lyrics:
don't know what I know
'Cause I'm so dope like a dose of hydro
These guys don't know what flows are tight
So i go for broke till I broke the mic, yo
I go
any way that he can
Like makin me think that I'm the man
By puttin a glock in my hand or a beer can
Then I be hearin these voices sayin sip it
But I
words then leave it alone
(Othello)
Let me start off by stating while the world's fading yo I'm creating
Promptly grab the mic to execute my mission
all
But were running out of time dust off the mic and strap up the boots
As the body of the christ we got work to do keep it real with me
Ill do
Got the love of Christ so the devil is the opp (Opposition)
I know he be 'crippin' but I'm cleansed by the Blood
I ain't backsliding like the king
that used the mic to preach
the truth in music I released
renewed & used by christ indeed
with proof in fruit & righteous deeds
yah an anointed dude
of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
And the audacity for having that life, while n****z starving and s***
The main reason they be robbing
better dodge 'em
Or get opened up like a margin
Buddah sargeant,
Christ I should've warned you I never missed a target
The living weapon war machine by
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop
And I might be no good but when I seize the mic
I can spit it like, like
I'm no good yes, I'm no good (Jesus Christ, P)
Let me tell you no good, girl,
And I might be no good but when I seize the mic
I can spit it like, like
I'm no good yes, I'm no good (Jesus Christ, P)
Let me tell you no good, girl,
the sickest drama
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
Playing with the mic is something I won't
never felt better
I been reborn in Christ
Theres nothing to think about
Close your eyes
And give Him your life
I was a slave to sin
Chasing the objects
cleansing
And asked me why I'm not fishing
Reminded me of the mission
And said child you gifted
Why you been trippen
I gave you the mic to make much of Christ
Not for money, fame, attention, this is what I'm gettin at
Christ the King and this His empire, He don't deserve no less than that
I'm a be snappin'
she smiled
Or tired to she said she felt God was there
When I was on that mic and gave the gospel clear
The song in particular
Was called back
put on your armor of God
For the day of battle will come
But the victory is already ours
Through Christ in the power of one
The Power of Christ
C'est la vie, but luckily your chick stay by me
You really better watch what you say 'bout me
You fuck around and put a face in a box like a state I.D.
grab the mic and 1,2,1,2
...You see some rule
To me a new roof to punch through
If it’s war, then you use sun tzu
Oh a mic? yea I use one too
It’s all
AlexandreTheGreat, mic check
Uh-huh, keep maintaining
Yo, cause only time's gonna tell
Yo, time's gonna tell when I be winning the game
And now they
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
there?
Grippin' four mics
Swingin' the cords up in the air
Like cowboys
We be rockin' the territory in this rap game
And Christ blessed us with
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