Zone 6

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J. Monty - Rap, Christian Rap

Zone 6

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Lyrics

[Verse] Steal or be stole Kill or be cold Chill or be bold The rock of ages my infinity stone This for the kids up in the zone, six Who got those kicks with the holes in em Feeling the cold dripping cuz the ceiling exposed I went quiet and rappers got a little hope They snuck in the closet with my notes modeling my flows Don't need more accomplishments to show I fear the one who turned Gomorrah and Sodom into smoke, ayy You the queen of England or you king of the hill? Yo' team been eating or you seeking a meal? It's deacons preaching but they demons for real While fiends are sleepin' on the streets for a thrill and they might trade yo house keys for a pill No comedy Father in heaven we slaughter our brethren and call for recession when officers' weapons dissolve in our chest and get lost in our questions then get involved in politic sessions to no avail still we evolve through the wreckage You worried 'bout my speck of dust but got a stick in your iris Flow butter like shrimp when you bite it On a mission to guide 'em Back to the bars like after prisoners riot I'm a syllable tyrant They still livin' on Gilligan's island What good is it to preach in public when you sinning in private? Living a lie and Nickel and dimin' I don't want no affirmation from no industry giant Cuz I know they only get behind plastic Like giving Nicki the Heimlich maneuver Lyrical violent intruder Finished with lying to you, I Never been a rapper dog I'm really a spy for Yeshua I was swimming in the deep with the piranhas while you was sound asleep in your pajamas Woke up got something to eat then kicked your feet up on a beach in the Bahamas Then wonder why you ain't seeing many commas You a demon I'ma monster I'm the reason they sent Jesus to the slaughter My sin eternally grieving to my Father, ayy See the skill, speak the real, even still, I need to kneel to Abba Eat ya lip, lead the fifth, keep it zipped, so we can live tomorrow Need to vent, evil been creepin' in, and we can feel the lava Read the script, He was sent, we repent and seekin' his Arrival Ayy

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Credits

Writers
  • J. Monty