Preach!

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[Intro: Pastor, Smokey, and Craig from 1995's Friday] Pastor Clever: Excuse me brother, what we call drugs at the 74th Street Baptist Church we call the sin of sin sins Smokey: Well around here, between Normandie and Western, we call this here a little twenty twen twen Craig: Well! Smokey: NIGGA Pastor Clever: Lord have mercy. The Lord is my shepherd He know what I want! [Verse 1: Lrs] Contemplating what to write about I guess I let you in on what this life about Money, weed, women more Money, weed, women and I don't believe in God but to those who do sinnin' Grinnin' when it all comes to fruition No need for your comments I'm honest listen I'm tryna describe my visions, my message my only mission and I do not plan to fail You need receive this message so I'll express it like the mail Flowin' cold rain and hail bringin' hell, I inhale that buddha I'm enlightened, some curse the haters I invite 'em I don't like 'em But they blind so in hindsight it be my born duty to try to guide I got 'em uh I'm Picasso, with my soul with a lot of soul in my music They say that truth will set you free just look at me I be the epitome of proof bitch, to broke niggas I'm a nuisance Here's two cents Real Recognize Real that's true shit And most lookin' unfamiliar like these niggas got on concealer So that's why I never feel ya I hope you hungry here's a meal bruh, that food for thought is what I brought you all to eat Like a professor I teach and I don't rap on these tracks bitch I PREACH! [Chorus: YL & Pastor Clever] PREACH (La la la la la la la) PREACH (La la la la la la la) PREACH (La la la la la la la) PREACH (La la la la la la la) PREACH (La la la la la la la) PREACH Lord have mercy. The Lord is my shepherd He know what I want! [Verse 2: YL] Don't mean to preach I ain't priest or pastor Polo sweater over her shoulders Moments are captured through mental photographs I wanna remember you like this It's freezin' 30 degrees and slowly decreasin' Sittin' on the park bench bent You really tryna decode every message I sent? What the fuck? Like how you say I'm changin' when this life is rearrangin' And the last time I recall you said you hate the same shit You a contradiction, I am an enigma Casual Hennessy sipper vagina gripper Trees is twisted yo just watch me levitate Like the cherry incense all around when I meditate Young Y, remember my name remember my face A room full of actors and guess who feels out of place uh Yeah, you're correct if you say me You could never play me baby you crazy Triple R an army we squaded up in the tank The only way to exit is walkin' right off the blank Rest in Peace to Uncle George, you're my heart I rock your ring with respect I confess I ain't livin' right, high off the fumes In the livin' room loungin' indulgin' in vices that's out of reach Somebody put these hoes up on the leash they need savin' The Holy Ghost is with me when I PREACH! [Chorus: YL & Pastor Clever] Excuse me brother, PREACH (La la la la la la la) Excuse me brother, PREACH (La la la la la la la) Excuse me brother, PREACH (La la la la la la la) Excuse me brother, PREACH (La la la la la la la) Excuse me brother, PREACH (La la la la la la la) PREACH Lord have mercy. The Lord is my shepherd He know what I want!
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- YL (Rap)