I Feel Like Rapping Again (Bonus)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jered Sanders] Ayo, I feel like rapping again, homie Ain't nothing you can do about it, either Real hope-hop, circa 1985 Yo [Verse 1: Jered Sanders] The offspring of the 1-9 and fourscore And I'm a student of the game, not a poor sport Cue the rap up, turn on the award tour For letting the dragon out of Mordor With the oratorical sword, but never more pure And got a mind on the temple and the corridor Million-dollar dream but a brother can't afford four And I'll be never more sure I'm here for more war and I'm spotting the devil Think of hardcorps And anybody who gonna abhor the Lord And ignoring the smorgasbord And he throwing them over all You good with loosey, get a pocket full of quarters And cop a hoard at the corner store I need Him more and more, 24/7 I'mma [?] and I ain't talking the 4:44 And more bloody than all of your war stories He propping the door for me So I'mma give him the glory, dawg, ah! [Break: Jered Sanders] Yeah man, real talk And I'm just getting started Hey, turn the beat up a little bit more Yo [Verse 2: Jered Sanders] What other rapper run a net like Prokhorov In a Hope Is Dope hood, stepping in a [sober cough?] Telling you to fear God, talking like the Lord is soft Man, you don't want that beef, homie, it's stroganof You don't really want that seat, homie, you know the cost It's blood-bought for any and all sinners He give 'em the Lord picture, hit 'em with all scripture And you covered on top like y'all Migos When you in the body, you are winners That's really gone for anybody involved with us And everybody clapping at the party you walked in there And I ain't even lacking that authority, God with us And I don't hear the yapping if a cartoon character Cover all of your bandages And if you're cutting corners off your sandwiches And whatever grown man still calling sloppy joes Manwiches You send a call, I ain't answer it, real talk [Break: Jered Sanders] Ay man, I ain't playing with y'all at all homie I feel like rapping again, baby! [Singer (Unknown)] Yeah I feel like rapping again I feel like rapping again I feel like I feel like rapping again I feel like rapping again I feel like I feel like rapping again I feel like rapping again I feel like I feel like rapping again I feel like rapping again I feel like [Verse 3: Jered Sanders] Cut the radio on, the hip-hop preparing to move backwards Brothers losing faith quick as they lose chapstick And spit bars, not a sound That's why I like cleaning the tub I'm dropping the Comet down And I'mma holler Yahweh 'til the vocal chords Make a dead man rise, exposing the open sore Steer clear of the poser, hoping you know the Lord Tryna run the game from a sofa or Shouting that LeCrae ain't saved, or hate Kanye Giving the Lord praise with a "Make America Hate Again" posterboard Man I's hoping to be a light and never throw the torch How you bearing fruit when you know the score, real talk [Hialeah?] Jones, homie, that's the drummer A Snickers bar, gotta snatch the hunger Real talk, a brother writing with God, you don't have to wonder How my pen be on point like it's acupuncture, ah! [Outro: Jered Sanders] Hey, real talk, don't be mad, homie 'Cause it ain't nothing you can do about it But we just getting started It's God Over Money, homie Ah! [Sample] "Hey man, this is for everybody got a problem with me bringing up Jesus. Hey, man, hey, this is my page. Now, you and your god, y'all go promote on y'all page. Listen, if I wanna bring up Jesus -- man, Jesus poppin'. You can say whatever you wanna say about -- I don't say nothin' with you about what your favorite artist or what. Man, Jesus been poppin'. That's who I, that's who I scream and that's who I -- hey, man. So whatever you believe in, I ain't knockin' you. But don't be knockin' on my door tryna make me believe in your god. I ain't tryna make you believe in mine. I'm just livin' my life. So that [?] your spirit. Everybody don't believe in Jesus. That's wassup. If you don't love faith and you be like that ain't it, hey, that's you over there, do your thing, but I ain't comin' over there. I'm straight, yo. Ay man, I'm good. Okay. Just, get off my doorstep right now."