!llmind - Hallelujah lyrics

[Intro] Yeah If y'all know the voice by now then f** it though Ayo !ll Never mind !ll This sh**'ll speak for itself [Verse] Glory, hallelujah, let me sock it to ya Houston we have a problem, I'll send rockets through ya Get out of pocket, the DE Ndamukong Suh ya Word to Stuart Scott, there'll be a whole lot of booyah I never paid attention to the grape vine He say, she says y'all bullsh**, it ain't mine I'm listening to ba** lines, tryna create rhymes That'll have you stuck like weak signal Facetime by the 8th line Flow out of this world, I'm in a different space Consistent chase for this paper, just bought a bigger safe Ain't got the guap to shop and cop that heavy wall art But I could buy one of everything in any Wal-Mart I flex verbs and connect words till checks worth Should see how many highs my neck blurs when my chest curves Real estate, I stayed the realest and invest merch Then bank on ill production and build some of my best work n***as think they got it locked, but I'm just sitting back I don't David Sweat it, their bars weaker than Richard Matt I get e-mails from the greatest rappers with sh** attached Ghost write crazy, I dance in all my spirit raps That's why I'm caspering in the Aston on my way to Aspen Pull down my pants without asking and an actress gagging A fan said he can't wait 'till I blow up But I feel fully blown, I'm like magic when I show up Liquor disappear, b**hes stare, n***as swear But my goons off the hook like fishing gear when 'em blickers flare Handguns that split a deer, choppers that lift a lid And sound like M.O.P ad-libs for 30 minutes, yeah I'm feeling like n***as don't rep my town right Turn this sh** loud, this what New York 'posed to sound like Next time I'm doing radio and I'm around mics I'm spitting 97 on a Power 105 night Guess I'm not one of them n***as who sold a mil twice But I'm alright with being the last n***a that's still nice No private flights to Coachella overseas Just a couple Honey Yaowas and yelling in S.O.B's Tearing the f**ing stage up, long as they bring my name up In convos bout who flame up and everybody could say 'yup' I'm waaay up, I feel blessed Feel like I got a S on my chest under a vest That could withstand the devil's best, I confess I'm nothing less Than a dorm room desk, I'm a mess, come clean me up And I put you where I put all the rest, yeah, take a guess I walk around with this shovel, possessed, I'm in the flesh To the naked eye, you heard us bugging, I'm a third coming Jesus, the creator or not 'Till I lay in the sky, say goodbye, I'm on my favorite high (What's that?) Watching y'all n***as faces when I say sh** fly I'm made to never be debated, why? To remind y'all that I'm truth in music's lamest times Glory, hallelujah my people, feel like I'm Speaking in tongues, my tongue should be hung in cathedrals Yo, I'm having fun with this needle, I'm dope Feel like the pope mixed with one of The Beatles, I hope Y'all recognize what y'all witnessing I reckon y'all start listening, no cracking the whip And stop telling me that real rap will be back in a bit Cause this sh** had never left, y'all just cross-dressing, acting a b**h Y'all weaker than a THOT's new flip flops But I'm just sharing thoughts here on Hot New Hip Hop