, Is so we can pray at times like these, I think God is watchin' us from above. At the times that we're needin' love, I'm glad to say that my bad times
these cats are like the middle of peaches I see you looking at, but what you looking at? You wanna bomb, wanna twist me like a bottle cap Mos Def
And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme See what you're seeing is a genius at work Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret
of the time you don't know Stickin' together like flour and water to make that slow dough we worked for everything we have and gon' stick up for each other like
living's not in fear. You can sing your days away, but they may never quite get why, It is most sensible to smile and cry at the same time, To wrap around
trinity raps rap to you Babylon fires Cause thou shalt not worship false idols Just like David guillotined Philistines even God is homicidal Fucking these kids like
smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like
One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that
player You would pick up the sound and repeat what you hear At that time, we noticed that you had a gift by god But you been through a hard time struggling
And most of these cats are like the middle of peaches I see you lookin' at but what you lookin' at You want a bomb, wanna twist me like a bottle cap [
my thang till I run my whole city Big time, big time, big time, big time I get to it, I hustle, I get it in, trying to win like Steve Wynn Money long like
yeah from hills high in heaven to psalms 27 this is our gospel (oh) take my words for it (oh) uh check..listen you see the music business is like the
surprise And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme So what you're seeing is a genius at work Which to me isn't work, so it's easy
tomorrow Keep it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it bottled I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato DJs stickin to vinyl like
honest? - our motto, these niggas keep it bottled I?m the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D?Amato DJs stickin? to vinyl like ?fuck
Most of these cats are like the middle of peaches I see you looking at, but what you looking at? You in a bar, wanna
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my people at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my heart is at? (
Where hip-hop is at?" 'Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
