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gospel? (Explicit) - Noname/$ILKMONEY/billy woods/STOUT
Composed by：$ilkMoney/Fatimah Warner/Billy Woods/Stout
Produced by：Gaetan Judd
God will make away
God will make away
Oh yes
He will
Uh
Make believe mustard seed
Move the mountain
Assume the outcome is safety and permanent housing
I run with a falcon
A tree spotter taught me accountin'
I'm 'bout to get these white people caught up
In they bed of lies
Webster dictionary cries
Colonize the native tongue
Missionary bible belt
Motherland overrun
My gun heavy
I'm about to unload
This is a ode to haiti
Mozambique martinique trinidad grenada
Wherever black people sleep
Pray for them
Pray for me
Pray for me
Pray for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
The storm will come
But best believe
The sun will shine
So if we put up a fight
Everything will be just fine
Ah
I'm not gon' lie
I'm not surprised to hear the fugees is FBI
We were weaponized
Tell my niggas expect TECs
And expect the best disguise
Can't eat the food due to special effects of the pesticides
Traded in our fears of a white god
In exchange for eternal pride
This kalashnikov kill crackers
Banana mags send his a*s
Back to the caucasus mountains
Controlled burns got me
Forewarned about water fountains
For four Os
I'll get you forwards
Not you movin' backwards see
This mean G-O-D givin' orders directly
Gainin' obsessive decadence
Gettin' over depressions
Gifted open develop
While givin' hope in these lessons
I tend to spoken aggressions
Don't need no scope
No compressor
My voice be my only weapon
Bidness for black women
And children only like rosewood
Except I left no one behind
And didn't need a cracker to do it
Creatin' a path of safe passage to through it
Baby my black is the truest
You pray for me
I pray for you back to imbue it
The storm will come
Well best believe
The sun will shine
So if we put up a fight
Everything will be just fine
We go through the ups
And downs and in and outs
That's just life
But if we put up a fight
Everything will be just fine
We're gonna be just fine
Just fine
Oh fine
Oh just fine
Oh oh
Just fine
Oh oh oh
Oh just fine
I know we will be just fine
If we keep on pushin'
If we keep on workin'
I remember stadiums so packed
The trees outside the gates heavy with black joy
Just to get a glimpse of the comrades
Our boys back from the bush
The crowd sway to the gospel of liberation
Poised for revolution
Little red book in my father's breast pocket
The ground shook
History movin' underfoot
I was on his shoulders on tenterhooks
The leader spoke slow and focused
Powerful pauses
Flanked by soldiers with dead eyes
The sun catch his wire rimmed glasses
Told him roll the boulder
Lo and behold
Lazarus was alive
Squintin' in the light
Stinking of death
Mouth dry red dust
A ghoulish prize
They never say what happened after
No surprise
Coulda guessed what happened to us
But at the time
Mesmerized by MiG-23s in the sky
Sonic boomin'
I'll never forget the rush of pride
Women ululatin' men drunk
Strong spirits duelin' drums
The calloused thumbs of mbira players
The ride home at dusk
Faring students and strangers
Feelin' like we won
Road blocks manned by mere boys
Wide smiles and long black guns
