The Sermon

Lyrics

[Verse 1, Chester P] Blood, I blaze for days to save stamina praise My fam in a blaze, raise same calibre blades The challengers came to stand in my lane My strain's straight popping off like a varicose vein (McBanes!) Hang your head in the shame of defeat Came in the game for cheap thrills The streets will say sleep kills Play the beat and I will display deep skills Speak for the people asleep still Free will, refill speech, I speak shrill Seeking a beat for each meal to eat the keep real with In the heat where the police kill, but kids will Steal up in the streets for the Ps to buy weed still And I peak when it's all bleak Building a fleet filled with thieves and fiends up in the Lord's seat Increasing my lead till the dawn creeps up in the night Like a killer in a Porsche jeep Still a villain, I force-feed beats See bars like souls the Lord keeps And I walk in a warped sleep, fight the night at warp speed Indeed, I see thoughts feed Big heads and small feet surround my street in small fleets All flee when the storm sweeps Whores P support these Walk in peace my heart beats until the reaper deports me [Chorus, Chester P] Is the sermon over now? Are we riding overground? Is it safe to breathe, can I call my friend? Is it true they've returned again? Is the sermon over now? Are we riding overground? Is it safe to leave, can I flee the ends? Is it true they've returned again? [Verse 2, Ramson Badbonez] You see my presence is a blessing like it's free food Staining up your cheap suit Deeper than a tree's roots Miraculous rap skill is intergalactical Practical savage animal, radical supernatural So get to stepping 'cause I'm here to bring an epidemic When you're still pathetic Stuck on repeat like a broken record Gladly damage your physical 'til you're thin and frail And waiting to die like being tied down to the British rails My format, the figure-four snaps your thorax Your whack raps before that get trampled like a doormat I'm bringing out the eye tweezers for you sightseers Mind reading, sly bitches lying they don't like penis Underachieving like public schools on black pupils That act brutal in the classrooms and snap rulers Sensing your nervousness And you'll get burnt to crisp Your verses aren't shit next to the sins that my words commit Breed of an instigator, lyrical freak of nature Breaching your base, eliminate you for your latest data Falling off like your rhymes were built on broken stilts Potently ill like lumpy milk on your sheet and quilt It's what you're meant to see Like a documentary It's Badbonez and Chester P You know we've got the recipe To take you to another level Hover above the Devil Then crush you like a pebble With a slab of rusty metal [Chorus, Chester P] Is the sermon over now? Are we riding overground? Is it safe to breathe, can I call my friend? Is it true they've returned again? Is the sermon over now? Are we riding overground? Is it safe to leave, can I flee the ends? Is it true they've returned again?