P. Blackk - Church lyrics

[Intro Fabrashay A] It's pastor Fab f**in' with yall n***as right now Come one, come all get your soul cleansed, my n***a by some of this real lyrical gospel you feel me None of that [prethro?] dollar sh** As we recall you whack n***as and sh**, you n***as [prethro?] f**in' up the gospel, my n***a [Verse 1 P. Blackk] Most of yall been sleeping, I believe in yall though The devil is a liar put a demon on swoll'. [[[[even/ he think /even god???]]] I'm from America I get my treason on though I'm reaching for the sky with these feeble arms And ain't no need to be alarmed, cause I don't even need alarms bro I'm always up and ready for whatever When I be dreaming I be seeing with my eyes closed That means I don't miss nothing And I keep it at a hundred No body guard I keep a couple deacons at shows I'm feeling like a preacher that be reaching yall souls' Except I'm not trying to steal them, only if I feel them I'm going to take them You'll be at every show I be making My mind is spacious I got plenty of ideas And I feel like the world is mine for the taking Forget the pigs, I can't mess around with no bacon I ain't no m**m but [A-asislyum lakim?] You shouldn't try at rhyming I bet you wouldn't make it I bet you would give up before you could fail with the [boy?] that you're making Now watch a young brother take it .... To church [Verse 2 P. Blackk] Yo, praise the lord and pa** the ammunition A trill young mind at work, ready to unwind Just knowing that I bust rhymes is church Your heart ain't fit for that front line Your eyes can't see the bigger picture so I gotta make sure you hear it The [[b...???]] the dialog the rhyming god The flows I kick will take out an entire squad So f** you and the paper that you're rhyming on If you don't stand for nothing what the hell could you be dying for Nothing ... Get it? So go and stand for something A starving artist makes you feel it in your stomach still You could be whatever you want if you want it Young and shooting game, still I'm gunning for a hundred mil' And I work like I ain't eat in weeks You know the difference between counting and leading sheep, right? I could get an ego but I stay humble because I know the earth shall soon be inherited by the [meek?] right And I ain't the type to turn the other cheek And I ain't talking a men when I pray on the weak And yall should know I don't believe in sleep so then the only time I rest is when I rest in peace [Verse 3 Fabrashay A] I swear that some days I start to feel [a/ the?] holy spirit Got body raps that make the devil start to fear it You n***as hardly rap, godly flow so you can miss me with them [gaudy?] raps Speaking in tongues, I'm spreading the gospel in it's Pontiac Feeling reborn I ain't knowing my genesis and d**h to my nemesis Reading the book of genesis, beginning at chapter six Trying to see the bigger picture, I know there's got to be something that happens after this Life; so I got to live this right Screaming YOLO; you can't live this twice Bear witness, I'm just painting the picture You got to respect the poet's art Been known to go dumb but know that Joe's smart Momma ain't raise no fool, so when I brain storm Can't nobody be saved The great flood of Noah's Ark And I don't trust nobody no more n***as stay scheming I'm seeing nobody is pure not even me So I burn bridges, I can't walk on water so I learned to part rivers n***as