Pastor Tigallo

Lyrics

[Intro: Phonte] Uh, yeah, listen I want you to come on in No matter who you are, just come on in Saints and ain'ts No matter where you are in your walkin' life, just come on in Bring your ass to church, Tigallo, Tigallo [Verse 1: Phonte] They love it when I talk my shit again Pastor Tigallo, rap game Benny Hinn I wanna be chill but can't afford to be still I need a refill, greens, bills, dividends So pull it outcha pocket, dollar bills, twenty twens I show out, cause I know doubt Just like the phrase "then again?" This is prosperity rap shit for people Who be dreamin' of Saks Fifth but pockets on CitiTrends You wack niggas who deny y'all wackness Is like Black niggas who deny they Blackness And say wack shit like "I ain't Black bitch, my daddy Dominican" Close your eyes and envision a flow that can't be imprisoned My shit'll break outta any pen I used to think these hoes fine, now these hoes mine And I'm singing to 'em like Rin and Tin Chuuch! [Chorus: Tamisha Waden] Everybody has a time when they're in need And if ya need a healing then let it get into you Let it get into you [Verse 2: Phonte] I'm a man, I'm a black citizen On a stand with a magnificent Plan to act niggerish to a tee like a black Jack Nicklaus Or EST the acknicklous, do ya rap diligence Do ya backpack, trap rap and ya Dilla shit I'ma be a gentleman And show you sentimental niggas what the fundamentals is And walk off with two white hoes like black militants Take me to the king, nah nigga, take me to the dealership Then take me to a doctor for pills because I'm ill-equipped To deal with a subliminal diss, it ain't real beef It's Kibbles 'n Bits, what I do with these bars is criminal It's not a game So y'all can miss me with that new nigga millennial shit I ain't heard of that murder rap game Cyrano de Bergerac From Tigallo still the livest nigga in your cul-de-sac Sing it, Booty, sing it, Booty! [Chorus: Tamisha Waden] Everybody has a time when they're in need And if ya need a healing then let it get into you Let it get into you [Bridge: Tamisha Waden] Let it get into you (Let it get into you) [Verse 3: Phonte] Onstage, I'm a monster In Paris, I am "Monsieur" But when I step off, still I'm unsure With no reverb, it deserves an encore My grandma always askin', "What you cussin' all the time for?" It's for the family, nah it's for my sanity Handily stayin' true to myself, outta the concourse Cause niggas is comedy, shit is Flight of the Conchords It was a late night and I was set On a drive down 85, wonderin' why the best Ideas only come to me when I'm alone or I'm depressed Whatever happens to a rhyme deferred? 4 bars at a loss for words, hoping that I find the rest It's like a wound that never heals, a void that never fills And I'm thinkin', is it by design or by request? I really oughta take some time to rest, this can't be healthy Maybe I'm possessed, maybe I'm a mess Man in the High Castle takin' out a Minor Threat With one stroke of a pen, sippin' on Hen', sittin' behind a desk Why is it niggas only thrive in a time of stress? Call it a benediction or divine intervention I can't remember when the bars turned into a sentence I'm not the man that I intend to be Pastor came to give you life but this life is killing me [Chorus: Tamisha Waden] (Everybod, everybody) Everybody has a time when they're in need And if ya need a healing then let it get into you Let it get into you [Outro] With the untimely death of Hip-Hop legends Combat Jack, Prodigy, Phife from Tribe Called Quest Have been even more focus on enlightening Both black men and women On how to take better care of themselves