Mark Batson - Street Theology lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I wanna dedicate this to my auntie Minister, fake homie Thank you for pavin' the way. This ain't a hostile song It's a gospel song For all the kids in the streets, that can't feel the churches Cause they don't keep it real with you Yeah, I keep the sh** real hood for you [Hook] (Church!) n***as act like Jesus ain't tough Gangster sh**, he started this stuff (Preach!) Duckin' police, hangin' with the thugs Don't think cause I'm saved I won't f** you up (Church!) n***as act like God ain't tough Beef and war He started this stuff (Preach!) Barak verse the Canaanites, heads got bust Goin' to church ain't soft I'll f** you up (Teach 'em) [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] I came from the church I'll be returned to the church Man turn me in the dirt, done doin' God's work I walk the streets anointed Holy Water, I'm blessed But still keep steel, blow four in your chest I'll pray for your spirit, then, pray for forgiveness But the ba*tard asked for it God be my witness He understands what's inside my heart Same sh**'s hangin' out your back for actin' smart He said, "Be humble", b**h, not a punk You can turn the other cheek, it don't work, pop the trunk Knock a chunk out a chump if a s**er wanna dump Lot of cowards never ever fight, n***as scared to thump I'd rather squab, God gave me healin' hands Knock the demons out your body, I'm a vessel for God's plan Why the f** you think they call me Bishop? I spit that good book and still get my dick s**ed [Hook] [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] (Act straight Don Bishop, but hey he don't gang bang) Ain't gotta b**h, hand guns do the same thang Point 'em and I squeeze 'em and they all go 'bang bang' Platinum backpacker, new west do the damn thang It's about time I get my ride on Say the hottest five MC's, homie like Dylan (Bishop, Bishop, Bishop, Bishop, Bishop I spit hot fire) You can light a blunt off my verse, f** a lighter Real n***as dream Fake n***as nightmare Get used to it, I ain't goin' nowhere Except the top of the charts Top floor at the Wynn Sittin' on top of the world with God and Dre, I'mma win Can't take no credit, God makes me fresh What did I do to deserve all this is anybody's guess I'm been patiently waitin' to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bishop Lamont Show [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] Kirk Franklin like p**n n***a so do I If that's enough to burn in Hell, won't be too many in the sky I ain't met a n***a yet to come back after he died And explain exactly how things work on the other side I don't need no f**in' wings I don't need a f**in' harp Just give me Yo!MTV and some b**hes to f** Yeah I'm a honest man Tellin' my truth Not yours, not theirs, not them, my truth Couple hundred years back I'd be murked for that My head cut off, quick head like 'whack' But guess what? First Amendment b**h Got freedom of speech so I'mma talk my sh** Problem is, people lyin' to their kids Tryin' to portray a perfect home but that's not where they live We all got problems Ain't sh** perfect Bet you get a better tithe if you keep it real in your service [Hook] [Outro: Bishop talking] n***a. And then pray for you n***a I put these healing hands on you n***a Knock the demons out your motherf**in' BODY! n***a. It's the hood Kirk Franklin n***a Catch the ghost and sh** n***a We gonna keep it rockin' right now remember it's the Pope Mobile