BELOW THE BELT FREESTYLE

Lyrics

[Intro] Nate Rose got my stock goin' way up [Verse 1: Jon Keith] Yeah, ok Mary had a little lamb And He the reason I'm the goat I wanna learn to walk on water Yeah I just wanna buy a boat I know I've always had a problem just doin' what I'm told God sneezed in my face boy, this a different kind of cold (That's cold, I'm callin' the police) If you a dog, than I'm Goddard *Bark, bark* Don't even bother, I left the dark side and met my father (Yes) It turns out that I'm a Skywalker I get them hands high without a chopper (Brrr) Dummy The whole tribe goin' Kirk and I ain't talkin' Franklin (Nah) Life put me in the dirt and I forgot to thank him (Thank you) Cause then it led me to thе church and I don't mean a sanctum These boys еgo titanic, think it's time I sink 'em Yeah I lose it, I drink lucid You couldn't cancel me, you didn't choose me Said it's impossible, I'm Tom Cruisin' They swingin' low but I got no contusions Heard Lucy cryin', that boy Jon abusive [Verse 2: Mogli the Iceburg] I put my ten thousand hours in heard twenty thousand no's But I came back from every one of 'em with forty thousand flows To serve a hundred thousand fans with just a handful of my bros There's some things you can't control And I've accepted we've been chosen (This is special) They try to take the fest from us like Danny Ocean We just walkin tall while pride and ego got you more like Dan DeVito (That's really short) When life get foul you never get to take a single free throw But I'm gon' chill out on the bench if y'all repayin' evil with evil I Evel Knievel over the B-S Some people in my contacts that I ain't ready to see yet Cause I'm still workin' out how I can work on my resentment Hit me low below the belt, ain't comin' back without protection (Where's my cup at) Little ceasar keep the verses hot-n-ready Tribe full of beasts, they found us wandering the Serengeti My knees are weak and my palms sweaty At Holy Smoke the fans throw up they hands like eatin' Marshall's moms' spaghetti [Bridge: <>nobigdyl.] Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-right below the belt-belt-belt Yeah belo-below the belt Lowblow [Verse 3: nobigdyl. & Peter Griffin] Okay Christian, but I isn't no political figure Made in Yahweh's image, I don't fit in your picture (I don't) I grew up where cops pull up and call you a ni— So I can't pretend that a party got my interests considered Look, I'm a family guy, I turned a saint from a sinner But if you disrespect lil baby Pow right in the kisser (Pow, right in the kisser) I don't earn my Stripes, I look a little like Tigger (T-I-double G-er) They used to put me down, but now I'm pick of the litter I pick up a pencil, a pen and then I pen an epistle Officially I left the tree alone, like switching to Kindle I thought in 2021 I hit my biggest potential Then it tripled, guess my faith was just a little too little A mustard seed is what you need, huh Little livin' water plus the sun will grow a tree, huh Obedience be the fruit, and Putin even bow a knee when Jesus come through clouds and breeze Yeshua is more correct if I perfect the exege— [Outro: DJ Mykael V] What y'all thought this was? Indie tribe wasn't gonna come off the top rope and drop a album upon your head top You buggin' It's four horsemen I'm the saddleback runnin' up on you like a stampede Just when y'all thought we was down Y'all turn your back on us and by the time you turn around Bop, we got you right below the belt Come on, you know what's happenin' (You know what's happenin', you know what's happenin', you know what's happenin', you know what's happenin')