[Intro]
John 9:5
As long as I am in the world, I am the light of this world
[Hook: Kyle Wildfern]
I'm Brampton's Jesus...
Turn H20 to Merlot cause the world should know
And these rappers get emotional when they read it
But I mean it
Hop off my penis, with your opinions
Cause we fiending
These persecutors wanna see me bleeding
These verses hold the meanings to my teachings
For that reason
I'm Jesus to these lameos to these same folk
That claim that Wildfern ain't the Saviour, I ain't saving ya
Bad behaviour from a baby bruh
But I'm the man now
Don't understand how these haters come around with their hands out
Like they're fans now
I'm a stand out in my damn town
I won't stand down, I won't stand down...
[Verse 1: Kyle Wildfern]
I've been tripping...Where my head at?
A lot of talking, I ain't really tryna hear that noise
Where your bed at, boy?
You've been sleeping on me
Been inside like the beeper on me
In the lab, I got the beakers on me
Different creature homie
Been working, with these verses
I need worship
Man, I feel like the preacher, homie
(MY LORD)
Had to make up with the foundation, that's the mac look
Got a different outlook now
Mac-11 cost less than your Macbook
Leave you that shook
Crack cook with the rap hooks, now...
Big homies give me that look now...
Forget credit, boy, I need that crown...
Come around my town, I'm Magic, give you no looks
Need to put your rap books down, like that's what I've been on
I'm a phenom
With these beats that I fiend on, with your hating energy I feed off
Defeat you, take your feet off
No chance running with Brampton's Jesus...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kyle Wildfern]
Told me get it, I got it...
Never question a prophet...
Never question the profit I'm making off product
I promised I'm giving you knowledge...
These eyes that have been in my sockets have seen through the artists
That think they're the hottest but really the projects they're making are garbage
Shoulda stuck with college
I'm just being honest
I'm God sent, it's hard to be modest
Regardless
Spend a day in these Doc Martins
To k** me you're going to need the gun that shot Martin
Some large Spartans marching with hearts hardened
A few toxins in cartons that read caution
With known marksmen with options of lone targets
And drone rockets that are pointed at me and I'm more than happy cause I'm a God in this
I need goddesses
These novices question my dominance
Pay me my homages, these hands will turn you to carca**es for your incompetence
Messing with Brampton's Jesus
[Hook]
[Outro]
Get back, get back, get back, get back, you don't know me like that
Get back
Get back, get back, get back, get back, you don't know me like that
Get back
Get back, get back, get back, get back, you don't know me like that
I don't know what you don't understand
I ain't tryna be the man cause I already am