Praise God (feat. Fox5) (Explicit)

God in the Scriptures didn't say

Let us make negroes

Let us make niggas

Let us make coons and shines and ham bones

You see God blesses the one

Who would divide and feed

One of these

When I hit the turnpike

And I crossed states

I had to stuff tires and change plates

You ever touch down

To put your hands in the sky

And say the lies greet

Death to the infidel

Who blasphemed

He got shot where he prostrate

On the road to success it's essential we grow

Like the phosphates

The book of Revelation says

All liars are burned in a fire lake

I'm getting tired of waiting

I tell my tribes it's more convenient to wire keep

I hit the booth with the will of a God

I know I can find grace

Free all of my cousins

They lost the indictment off a wire tee

It be the same niggas that go smile in your face

And then plot to take

I lost my grandmother

She said she was blessed

Cause she got to pick which plot to take

No weapon ever formed against me

So prosper that's all to keep

These rap niggas try to hop in the game

And be alternates

I fell in love with the streets

And at night we go consummate

I'm in the kitchen and she says she like

When I put butter on her pasta bake

I praise God

When I try to go on

Fire balance

Cause I oscillate

It's gross

Make him a God

Are you alright?

Who are you black man?

Say it again

Who are you black man?

God

God

Small G

The book says El Yeshua

Ye are all gods

Ever present the divine mind builder

Everything timeless eternal timeline revealer

To the hearts that are broken high I am healer

El Yahuwah La'ilah El Yeshua

Made all things delivered and raised the king of all kings

I came from the sewer

I'm back with eternal life

My free will enemies are the losers

I walked above muddy water

With a way to maneuver

The ghetto slums the manger

The difference between the fun and the danger

Knowing your youngin

Still acting young and dumb with the strangers

The hunger for the crumbs of the bunch

Lums of the paper

With pictures of dead presidents

Who run with the capers

Behind the thugs slugs drugs of the favors

The rich and the poor on different floors

From what I saw through the eyes of Shakur

Both of y'all bums with anger

Youngins up and coming buggin spinning drilling drinking clubbing

No heartbeats just a whole lot of headbutting

The silent war is loud

As if a deaf man really says something is quiet

I found no violent reason for y'all to riot

Vengeance is mine say the Lord now

Put that on your diet

I'ma bring it to you live and direct with no wires

God

Bless me a lot

God

Rothstein