The Gospel

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Stalley] They say speak to m, let the words seep through them Give them them native tungs, that jungle beat music That he's so black, might get shot down in the street music Afro with pumps in the trunk type music That sound that make you jump off your ass and get to it Inspirtered by great writers, all I see is ghosts Why sometimes, you here inteligents mixed with bosts No hoacks, real one since the beginning No need to even mention, why bother With the real talk, I speak it how they feel ? New Yourk, food for thought I'm givin what they want [Verse 2: Stalley] Knolage born, give them wisdom and understanding Few blue collard ? Hands to the 9 to 5 workers Hands on my rolex, 9 to 5, saying time to put this work in Take the genius kids out the corner cirket To bring power and piece to this rap circus Dream mertchant changed lives with these verses As a man, I speak each line perfect Came from behind a black curtan, the chearch wershiped