100 Bars Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] I was killin' it though Why you like haha-ha All praise to the King of glory Who is the King of glory? Uh P [Verse 1] Jesus called and told me enter the wicked gates With dates with a list of names to eliminate Renegades with big grenades Then he went to say bigger grave is bigger Spain Where every sinner slain would be thrown into the pit of shame Like shrimp and steak from a dinner plate The blood'll be like lemonade drippin' from center stage They'll be in hell yellin' out "Prison Rape" Like Kid from Kid 'n Play There's no way you should miss it They probably shoulda hit the weights I write characteristics of sinners' fates What you call it? Penetrate What I just spit today is how believers in the Christian faith sound when they sound about hellfire and forget to mention grace Don't be a hypocrite with your religious ways like way back when you didn't stay up in the club hittin' splits for days while sippin' that fifth of Ace Don't get that defensive face and try to skip the tape Talkin' 'bout division when it's hungry, people outside But you spent all your outreach money on a Christmas plate And the evangelical ministries' mission states 'We live to get 'em saved, but all we do is sit and wait for the different names that we'll condemn today.' (Condemn today, condemn today) Whoo That's how I feel (That's how I feel, how I feel) But we just gettin' started [Bridge] Yeah P [Verse 2] I needed a beat to kill a demon on so I dropped to my knees and put Jesus on speakerphone Told him satan's lurkin' round, and he won't leave me alone Told him I rebuke him but this time you need to keep him gone The world I'm livin' in is full of people singin' songs glorifyin' death And really don't know what they speakin' on They keep your name on they tongue but all I see is foam And when I tell 'em 'bout you Lord it's like I'm speaking ching-ching-yong I'm leakin' from a heated soul Hopin' it'll reach your dome Won't keep it secret Got a bible, but you read it wrong Pushin' weed at home to get money and to clean your chrome And it's easier for a camel to enter through the eye of a needle, homes I say it cause I love you and it's something you need to know He can redeem your soul, but your intention is to bleed alone But while you curse the name of God, we intercedin' strong Prayin' that you see the throne and let our father's kingdom come Kingdom come Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven (Is in heaven) Yeah Strap up (Strap up, strap up) [Bridge] Yeah P [Verse 3] These lyin' triflin' rhymers bite your ears Mike Tyson Since your minds dyin', it's like you don't mind dyin' They suspended your life license With stuff that don't belong in yo' head man like Lice and the time strain Well, the price is risin' We're blindsided with devastation it's like crisis But in the middle of tribulation and crisis Don't forget who Christ is Come on body fight this I'm in a room y'all with a foosball table Playin' soccer wit' two balled-up papers of RuPaul and Snoop Dogg Y'all playin' blind to the truth dog but you're really screamin' "Demask us" Like the route Paul took to find Christ They say the bible was used to enslave us But when I heard your voice, I ain't read my bible in ages In fact, I ain't have a bible nowhere around me father I ain't have a bishop or a pastor with a righteous posture Man, I was in a cave facin' a mighty monster The fact that I even survived is some type of wonder My eyes are new I hear lightning at the sight of thunder Or Godly promises the covenant my life is under You devil worshipers got spirits you can try to conjure But all this power can't amount to what my mind has conquered All I gotta do is call the name of Christ, the father And shove the entire kingdom of darkness inside a Honda (Inside a Honda, inside a Honda, inside a Honda) [Bridge 2] My name is Monty (My name is Monty, Monty) Don't mind me I-I-I'm just delivering bars (Bars, bars, bars) [Verse 4] Cat, cat, catch a devil by the leg and decapitate his head While puttin' him through a shredder when he's dead Tell him everything he said when you was a kid up under your bed Now he's scared because you got a vendetta Whether he likes it or not Tie up a knot with his left and his right arm And right when it's locked Fold his body and put it tight in a box Throw it right in the trunk of the first car that's headed right for the Bronx, (Bow, bow, bow) Jesus is the high king He's the reason that I might sing I know that you be creepin' with a bunch of demons in yo' night dreams But I'm tryna to take you to your father like Rafiki from the Lion King (Rafiki from the Lion King) Are you sleepy? Do your stink? Give me the mic and then wrap it up all of whatever you put in my face boy Think I'm bleedin' on the mic, please Somebody call the ambulance 'fore I stop breathin' and I die Sheesh So let me tell you this story. Right? Jesus cleansed my soul, like he cleansed me And I started developin' his character traits. Right? I think I call it high gene All my people on the right team His eyes are like a blazin' fire He's completin' all my Visene And she got on some tight jeans But I'm leavin' all my sin behind Just like I'm leavin' this rhyme scheme Monty (Monty) Monty (Monty) I heard you got a couple dollars. Could you spot me? Silver and gold have I not G Especially if you finna go get you some Versace (Versace) I know you wonderin' why God would watch while a few shots pop on your block Cause it does not seem like He cares But did you ever consider that that one dude would have never got shot if the other dude never pulled the trigger? See, the devil is a classified mastermind He'll have you kill a brother for a bag of fries Whole family blamin' God with the saddest cry All the while he sittin' back like, 'How bad am I?' He got this country all divided on some black and white Like one is better than the other, what a tragic lie And we supposed to love each other but this maggot lyin' (Maggot lyin') Have you heard the word of the first sermon when the church first birthed into the earth I need you to look at that Peter's a regular person but his work was burstin' If you still searchin', it's in the book of Acts So if you concerned with lost souls burnin' And you developed an urge to see to hook 'em back It's a hundred dudes sittin' behind a hundred bars who deserve this word Let's serve Him, ain't no lookin' back (Lookin' back, lookin' back, lookin' back) Lookin', lookin', lookin' It's a hundred dudes sittin' behind a hundred bars who deserve this word Let's serve Him, ain't no lookin' back (Lookin' back, lookin' back, lookin' back)