What love got to with it?
Ask VS, it's not a pulpit ceremony
Or holy matrimony
Nah
Shut your mouth, know your role
You jabroni
Bye/by
Any means necessary
Progress be
Priority number one
Ain't no enemy
Minus the inner me
Wonder why i
Spell it with an I not an e
Shadow b-boxing
Ever catch a fade w/ the shade?
Helluva toxin worldstar better look away
Pixilated til the signal ain't janky
Move them antennas
Tentative
What you're thinkin'
Matters more than matter
I be on propelling
Quelling mind chit chatter
Negatives develop
Only if you let em
Into bigger pictures
Lit you are
Stars in the dark do flicker
(Ya gotta have rhythm to walk the path)
Plus you gotta have math
Cause even being strapped won't save you from the wrath
These days emcees and deejays better hide
Gil Scott told me that it won't be televised
We wreck it live
With no reel to reel
Cause real recognize real
Even in desperate times
I'm blessed to rhyme
Even paid bills with the skills I've acquired
Every time that I build
Still a fan first
I listen for a vision as a man first
Then I write my raps til my hands hurt
I put my hands in the earth to heal
Pull out dirt
Formed man from a grain of sand
God is real
Find him performing live in Israel
If you wanna get healed just kneel just ask
We got angels and disciples all performing a task rolling pass with my tape on blast
(Ya gotta have rhythm to walk the path)
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What love got to with it?
Ask VS, it's not a pulpit ceremony
Or holy matrimony
Nah
Shut your mouth, know your role
You jabroni
Bye/by
Any means necessary
Progress be
Priority number one
Ain't no enemy
Minus the inner me
Wonder why i
Spell it with an I not an e
Shadow b-boxing
Ever catch a fade w/ the shade?
Helluva toxin worldstar better look away
Pixilated til the signal ain't janky
Move them antennas
Tentative
What you're thinkin'
Matters more than matter
I be on propelling
Quelling mind chit chatter
Negatives develop
Only if you let em
Into bigger pictures
Lit you are
Stars in the dark do flicker
(Ya gotta have rhythm to walk the path)
Plus you gotta have math
Cause even being strapped won't save you from the wrath
These days emcees and deejays better hide
Gil Scott told me that it won't be televised
We wreck it live
With no reel to reel
Cause real recognize real
Even in desperate times
I'm blessed to rhyme
Even paid bills with the skills I've acquired
Every time that I build
Still a fan first
I listen for a vision as a man first
Then I write my raps til my hands hurt
I put my hands in the earth to heal
Pull out dirt
Formed man from a grain of sand
God is real
Find him performing live in Israel
If you wanna get healed just kneel just ask
We got angels and disciples all performing a task rolling pass with my tape on blast
(Ya gotta have rhythm to walk the path)
Ask VS, it's not a pulpit ceremony
Or holy matrimony
Nah
Shut your mouth, know your role
You jabroni
Bye/by
Any means necessary
Progress be
Priority number one
Ain't no enemy
Minus the inner me
Wonder why i
Spell it with an I not an e
Shadow b-boxing
Ever catch a fade w/ the shade?
Helluva toxin worldstar better look away
Pixilated til the signal ain't janky
Move them antennas
Tentative
What you're thinkin'
Matters more than matter
I be on propelling
Quelling mind chit chatter
Negatives develop
Only if you let em
Into bigger pictures
Lit you are
Stars in the dark do flicker
(Ya gotta have rhythm to walk the path)
Plus you gotta have math
Cause even being strapped won't save you from the wrath
These days emcees and deejays better hide
Gil Scott told me that it won't be televised
We wreck it live
With no reel to reel
Cause real recognize real
Even in desperate times
I'm blessed to rhyme
Even paid bills with the skills I've acquired
Every time that I build
Still a fan first
I listen for a vision as a man first
Then I write my raps til my hands hurt
I put my hands in the earth to heal
Pull out dirt
Formed man from a grain of sand
God is real
Find him performing live in Israel
If you wanna get healed just kneel just ask
We got angels and disciples all performing a task rolling pass with my tape on blast
(Ya gotta have rhythm to walk the path)
Writer: Colin Palmer Jr, John Barnes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid