Ghetto Gospel

intro: Halleluya lets take the church to the street y’all ready (x2) Verse: God tasty, bloodthirsty dark age changes, brace the wrong places Let’s face it, its baseless trap in the basement, calling on God’s races like racist The wars we applaud, seeing open casket Brothers blast by gasket, body parts in casket Past tense... obituary posters... kept in park’d Benz Marksmen....monsters... dying with their black sense damn the devil is a liar I’m preaching to the choir As I walked thru the fire.....peace I admire Peace I inspire.... walking thru the trial my soul on the pyre....rewired From the bottomless pit, we grow. Up and higher (Higher....higher...higher...higher) From the belly of the beast, we rose from the street. To go up ‘n higher (Higher. Higher. Higher. ) High in numbers, ready for combat Crowd in concert, band of brothers Now blacks in contact, all with compass we constant, compact , Ol’ dirty bastards ya got that (x2) damn Thru the gossip I no my God is God this, Godly Godspeed God please , guide my own offspring i got this, regardless... like Austin power i shine bright like flowers eyes on the hour the moment is ours, to rise for the tower (tower tower) i preach on divine, now you can catch the shower the spirit of God in human form youve been warn not to get involve in the things of god... so dont ruin ur luck am telepathic,,,, you can never find me more like kinetic, super magic in the matrix work ethics , independent.. .like an acid in practise yeah...yo Out here on the street , am like the mandarin ‘n Cantonese D street can’t handle this, they be like “Oh my God, who be this!!!!” a mandorian? I be like alien, invading ‘em Mix dem together in one spot, like am baking bread Sharing dividends It’s evident ... am here....everywhere