Know God

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Knowledge The Pirate - Rap, In English

Know God

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[Intro] The true and livin' gods, respect 'em when you see 'em Word, listen [Verse 1] The cloth that was cut, the road that was chose The food that was fed, woes that we feed We threw holy water and blessed 'em like rosary beads (It's a blessin', my nigga) I spoke to burnin' bush while I was blowin' on trees I told 'em Musa was a half original man and a savage But they ain't listend when I gave 'em degrees, no (Savages, one who had knowledge of self and started livin' the beast lifе) In the kitchen over thе stove with them pots and pans 'cause we got siblings to feed Shit, I was thirteen, my partner was fourteen We grew up in a neighbourhood full of crackheads and dope fiends So we organized and formed a team, and start touchin' cream Yo, bucket hat, gold chain like EPMD, from the AM to the PM Need Al-Masi, JL and KD All we did was distribute drugs and read Listen, at fourteen I touched a ki' By thirteen I did a one to three What you about goin' from a couple ounces to a whole brick in fourty-eight hours, just me and flee Yo (Listen) We love boxin' so we punched, bob and weave (Real slick and smooth, my nigga) Slip and slide, and stay out the long arm reach of the police That's how we came the king in the east, yo [Chorus] That's the type of shit we on MVP like Kobe, Jordan and Lebron Verses on scriptures, songs on songs So many lost homies, our hearts are torn (Word) That's the type of shit we on MVP like Kobe, Iverson or Lebron Verses on scriptures, songs on songs, yo [Verse 2] These are wise words from the tabernacle If you eat then better protect your Adam's apple 'Cause in the Big Apple, niggas are Sam or Rascals, just twist your Snapple (Yo, get at that nigga, son) Yo, Goyard belt with the Goyard statue .38 That'll have your block hot like Tabasco These lil' niggas'll hug and dap you (What up, my nigga?) And leave your brains all on the gravel Dior shoe, Amiri Jeans Ten carats on the watch, five on the pinky ring We went from eatin' White Castle to fine cuisine Now we lettin' our nuts swing and our chains swing Yo

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  • Knowledge The Pirate
  • Big Ghost Ltd