D'angelo - 1000 d**hs Remix lyrics

Verse: y'all know, the pogonotrophy aficionado/with lyrical theolo-gy in staccato/ I use to do music for the kids like Demi Lovato/ but I'm grown, now I'm busy writing about what I know// they said she died cause these Pop Hip Hoppers ain't got soul/ She tried not to grow as she got old/ instead she got sold, the hand of the industry caught hold, then got inside so,* you see her moving that don't means she's alive though// you know, the chick Nas essentially called a ho/ a cougar recruiting lost souls with so called "hot flows"/ to sell to the snot nosed, I'm not those/ that ain't my lane, let me drive yo, now try to follow// me as i follow, the Jesus seen in the Bible/ who's not a punk/ the Jewish Messiah who only died once/ stared d**h in the face, ate it, then got up days later, like "Mary do not touch"/ met His peeps at the sea like "i got brunch"/ I know you been sleeping on me/ it's kinda lonely, to lead a flock where nobody's going/ and even heads who are with the vision ain't got it homie/ I'm tempted to follow trends and do what somebody told me// but i ain't one of them shook one's, a coward dies a thousand times, I'll follow the book son, Now hit em with the hook son// Hook: And if I charge it to the game before Every time I slip into the unknown Well, that's only when the spot gets blown It's war That is the Lord! I won't nut up when we up thick in the crunch Because a coward dies a thousand times But a soldier only dies just once Once, once More than a rapper I'm a musician, I make music and you listen/ no acapella cyphas where dudes abuse spitting/ They hard with the bars but no proof of true rhythm/ They forgot about the Dj, so where they from then?// These battle rappers got about half of a kit Kat, and them 2 lil bars are sweet/ they don't spar, they tweet/ and barely rhyme the lines got a common denominator/ go on and say it bruh I'm a hater, I'm not afraid of// backlash, but when you say it try finish without a hashtags/ before the low pa** on the trap track/ you're scared to be different, i bare it's resemblance/ peep the radio then come back and compare when you listen// no cookie cutters around, no clones to be found/ i started underground/ homie and that's below the bottom/ you know i got em, a beard, bars and bible, cultural contributions, grey hairs, and disciples// fuel for revolution, cause for a revival/ maybe, it's not a dream if it's tangible you can call me crazy/ i ain't going pop for nobody so i can hate me/ or tarnish my legacy for the money and fame to change me// conformity to the industry is something I'm not a part of/ their messengers get kicked in the well like "THIS IS SPARTA"/ I'm not afraid of the monster/ i Attack on Titans, giants get slain and conquered// Hook