Emye - That Werk RmX lyrics

Chorus I'ma give'em that work// Strapped with the word I got'em// M.J with the fade-away, you don't want them problems// I'ma give'em that work// Strapped with the word I got'em// How they gon' stop'em// When God that's inside him's rockin' him boy// Verse 1 (Steven Malcolm) That work, like a dope boy on that corner// (All in the corner) Chillin' with the rock and my sixteen// Got Him talking through me like I'm ill with the lip-sync// (yah) Sk**ed with the flow game, same with the flame and the Word is the propane// ‘Bout time I go berserk, speed it up on'em// Boy I'm about to give you that work// (Let's go) As I hit em with spiritual, medical, lyrical rhythm, like here's all the physical// Seeking what they would ridicule thinking that, to be trivial// But if they knew the pinnacle - knowing The Christ// Then they would truly know life// See what is Biblical, many would say is cynical // I'm taking up my cross, thinking about the sin to k**// Grippin' up the enemy, hitting him with the Trinity// Know many be doubting, but I ain't trippin' I'ma give'em that work// See what Ima do is straight dominate homie I live by the Spirit// Can't help to listen, it's that Real Talk, flavor in your ear// (Let's get it) Thinking you have seen bad before, I'm ‘bout to show that boy worse// Pa** me the rock, ain't no stopping me on my turf// Chorus Verse 2 (EMYE) It's evident ya' boy Emye came straight from the bottom// The kid's really a problem, they ain't able to solve'em// Blazin' like in Sodom, but straighter than a column// I'm bathing in amazing grace of the Holy Father// It doesn't matter whether or not they gonna let'em// Get in the game, I'ma just aim, serve'em and blessem'// Working a sweat, cuz it's His name - we gonna tell'em// Releasing my aggression, I fetch'em like Gawvi - GET EM// I'm standing on a biblical pinnacle like a lyrical General// What I pen into a sentence, yo I spit at you// Pikachu individuals, shock em with my polygonal// Critical syllables that are combusting like in chemicals// Locking it like a criminal, co*king it then I riddle you// Devil you are so pitiful, bet you lose I rescinder you// Get a clue like Scooby-doo// Yeah you are truly headed to hell// Can't you tell like a kettle you gonna get it dude?/ Hop on the pot - yeah flame on/ Get to grilling - filet mignon// Steven Malcolm on the hook and got the bait on/ Fishing and speaking for Christ like a liaison// So get strapped on the back of these acrobat rappers/ We backpacking the wackest and body-bag trash'em// The next act on the map, repping the Last Adam// We got'em saying “Dag-Nabit!” ‘Cause we give'em that work//