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rude awakening! Video (MV)




Performed By: Legacy
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: BISAYO BABATOPE




Legacy - rude awakening! Lyrics




I wrote these very words with hunger Hoping you ain't feeling hung up
From the very words of busters, Money changers, flippin' mustard
Just for onion, gospel hustlers On the pulpit, slangin' custard
So he blessed me with abundance Just to free you from this culture
Full of vultures, flocked together Para-shooting off the weather
Never clever, wanted better Still they wrote me off a letter
Now I'm killer, never better Ain't no let-up, this a tune-up
And I'm bringing total drama to your door

Poke a hunter with this kindness He ain't like me, he too goofy
He be messin' with them groupies Lacing lucies with a cool-fee
While I'm truly at the movies Sitting comfy, waiting for the day
My savior brings an ending to this story

His allegories filled with glory brought me heavenly matrimony
In a holy category, still I got the clapper on me, I can raise it like a fader
Promise you gon' have to pay us more attention When we checking you like Jacob for the paper
We delivered every favor, Put the cash up on the table
We came here to build a kingdom Not a nation, not a label
Homie, I am not your neighbor I'm an enemy that's greater
Knocking at your door Trynna to get you fit enough for labor
Take the exit with your Lexus This is not a place to anchor
This the place for Yahweh's anger, They in danger, looking stranger
They decepticons with lasers Well-enabled, in reality they got no room to make up
100 acres still they aching,Wanted cheddar, got the bacon
Now they mudded with no break-fast
No more guest-lists and they got the nerve to say we moving thankless
You can move the cash in five, I can live till 95 while I'm looking old and wise

Boy I live in a home with a better view, having heaven, removing the residue
Went from pick of the litter to revenue With a passion for Christ, I'm a better dude
Never measuring down on my latitude, Had to hover my laminate attitude
Now I'm climbing the wall, feeling out of roof, with a venomous sentiment, I would move
Now I'm Spider-Man, webbing your catalog, Stick the plaque at the crib, cause HE did it first
You can clap at the kid, but you eating dirt, He descended with M in it, But he God
Left the blood at the cross HE the infinite Preeminent, driven, we live in him
Ain't no dribbling him, you'll be scribbling, Put a foot in it, we bout to cook in it

I'm still in pocket, all you silly rappers move to wishy-washy
Philanthropic With this heavy rocket, I am known for-giving
Holy ghost, I've been elected Grab that box and drop your votes in
Kingdom talking, not promoting, Yes, I'm back, preaching again
Flipping the wave in a waverly place, And I'm looking to rave when I bring my band
While you bird-watching, I'll be well-working, Put a number down and get to net-working
If we not working, then we not talking, If we not talking, then we not working
I'm not searching, just curving, more surgeon than Charles Spurgeon!
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I wrote these very words with hunger Hoping you ain't feeling hung up
From the very words of busters, Money changers, flippin' mustard
Just for onion, gospel hustlers On the pulpit, slangin' custard
So he blessed me with abundance Just to free you from this culture
Full of vultures, flocked together Para-shooting off the weather
Never clever, wanted better Still they wrote me off a letter
Now I'm killer, never better Ain't no let-up, this a tune-up
And I'm bringing total drama to your door

Poke a hunter with this kindness He ain't like me, he too goofy
He be messin' with them groupies Lacing lucies with a cool-fee
While I'm truly at the movies Sitting comfy, waiting for the day
My savior brings an ending to this story

His allegories filled with glory brought me heavenly matrimony
In a holy category, still I got the clapper on me, I can raise it like a fader
Promise you gon' have to pay us more attention When we checking you like Jacob for the paper
We delivered every favor, Put the cash up on the table
We came here to build a kingdom Not a nation, not a label
Homie, I am not your neighbor I'm an enemy that's greater
Knocking at your door Trynna to get you fit enough for labor
Take the exit with your Lexus This is not a place to anchor
This the place for Yahweh's anger, They in danger, looking stranger
They decepticons with lasers Well-enabled, in reality they got no room to make up
100 acres still they aching,Wanted cheddar, got the bacon
Now they mudded with no break-fast
No more guest-lists and they got the nerve to say we moving thankless
You can move the cash in five, I can live till 95 while I'm looking old and wise

Boy I live in a home with a better view, having heaven, removing the residue
Went from pick of the litter to revenue With a passion for Christ, I'm a better dude
Never measuring down on my latitude, Had to hover my laminate attitude
Now I'm climbing the wall, feeling out of roof, with a venomous sentiment, I would move
Now I'm Spider-Man, webbing your catalog, Stick the plaque at the crib, cause HE did it first
You can clap at the kid, but you eating dirt, He descended with M in it, But he God
Left the blood at the cross HE the infinite Preeminent, driven, we live in him
Ain't no dribbling him, you'll be scribbling, Put a foot in it, we bout to cook in it

I'm still in pocket, all you silly rappers move to wishy-washy
Philanthropic With this heavy rocket, I am known for-giving
Holy ghost, I've been elected Grab that box and drop your votes in
Kingdom talking, not promoting, Yes, I'm back, preaching again
Flipping the wave in a waverly place, And I'm looking to rave when I bring my band
While you bird-watching, I'll be well-working, Put a number down and get to net-working
If we not working, then we not talking, If we not talking, then we not working
I'm not searching, just curving, more surgeon than Charles Spurgeon!
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Writer: BISAYO BABATOPE
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