Yeah, see it's a couple people wonderin' man Since I done switched the style up, If I'm a be aggressive enough or I'm a have enough swag, I think our perspective is a little bit loose on what this rap thing is about, So I'm a go ahead and get the ratchet and tighten it up right quick, Holla at me
[Verse 1:] Now what I look like carin' if anybody feelin' me I'm tryna show you truth like I took you to epiphany If me killin' pride means I lose half of my fan base Adios you probably wasn't with me in the first place I tryna win a tough race, pursuin' God on my faith You worried bout what kinda punch lines I'm bout to make Look, how I'm not a monkey for your entertainment Buy a puppy if you lookin' for something that you could play with I'm on my grind tryna showcase the divine Prayin' that the Spirit file for renewing of our mind So I roll down my window as I'm bumpin' that This'l Posted with some urban missionaries what up B gizzle I was shown prides an enemy of the King So I asked the Lord to break me like a fight with Jet Li The title of your favorite rapper Keep it I don't won't it, cause promo isn't promo unless the Lord's being promoted
[Chorus:] I'm on a mission tryna show the world the Lord comin' back So I, had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag Yeah I switched the style up but no you not feelin' that But I, had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag You say you rappin' for the streets but they still thinking you whack So I, had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag Real recognize real that's why they not feelin' that So we, had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag
[Verse 2:] Now try to tell me that swag ain't pride, It's bout makin' us look better while we put it in our rhymes And we say that it's for Christ, but, that ain't Christ like cause He came in a manger you braggin' about ice (wait) That's why the Jews didn't accept Him as is, He came as a servant they wanted the iron fist With chariots of fire but He gave 'em humility I think that there's a lesson can be learn here by you and me We are not to dress Him up but show people He lives Don't care if you think He cool, God is who He is Anything else is phony, if He ain't portrayed as holy If He ain't runnin' your life pimpin', Jesus not ya homie So take the gold chains off and put the crown of thorns back Quit braggin' bout the benefits, tell 'em that the King back I mean that, I'm a bleed rap, replace it with blood of the Christ He want His seat back
[Chorus:] I'm on a mission tryna show the world the Lord comin' back So I, had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag Yeah I switched the style up but no you not feelin' that But I, had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag You say you rappin' for the streets but they still thinking you whack So I, had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag Real recognize real that's why they not feelin' that So we, had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swagTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
