Andy Mineo - Live from the Highest Rock: Basement Freestyle Vol 2 lyrics

Rap is such a competitive sport And my gla**es still on, it's the incredible dork They wanna try me like the federal court But I'm unashamed of the gospel I never retort That statement other rappers are whack sauce DJ treat em' like Mr. Miyagi and turn their wax off Preachin' God's standards, they all fall short Like tryin' to shoot a medicine ball from half court Dissin' God, well you better abort It don't go well for you, there's Hell for you I'm tellin' you all, and I don't want to see you perish But you wanna ball so hard like them ninjas in Paris Kawasaki, they wanna put me in a box like Rocky ‘Cus I talk about God, but not me papi Let me keep it honest like I had too much saki Some people say I'm co*ky, I just know that God got me Feastin' on God's word, I chop it up properly Watch me put it down raw like hibachi Uptown New York City where you can spot me Somebody told me I'm the only thing that can stop me Never will I grow beyond the servant Snake skin on the strap back but I'm free from the serpent Everybody worship, even if you're not churchin' What you're livin' for is God, power, pleasure or your job Some livin' for their clothes, call it True Religion But ya'll ain't tryin' to hear me like them demos I be gettin' I think they get the memo, there's Christians in the building And they be getting' higher than the keisha that you twistin' Ya'll now how to get, encounters with the most high You don't need to blow lye, come and get to know jah I'll introduce you to supplier Cus he don't want your deeds boy, he wants your desires It's hard to spit fire when you hardly get inspired By the genre you inside of Everybody wanna try to be something they not Well guess what- do you I'm still covered in his blood like su woo