Sting - Hipsavvy Cypher lyrics

[Intro: John Givez] (I want to tell you something, I want to tell you something) It's way realer this time (I want to tell you something) Let's go [Verse 1: John Givez] Little engine put his mind over matter Just a little instant to make the shine overshadow The shallow arrogance of inherently tryna ball Cause faith without work is dead Let's get it all, uh Never see me fall, uh If I'm on my knees, uh Praying to the Lord, uh God help me please Let me k** everybody with kindness Hit your whole block with the pa**ion of lions Judah to your Judas, if I said it I meant it That living word will place you in a place of repentance I'm apprehensive when intention get to rising the waves So the thunder going under from the rise of the waves I arrive at a place that'll prolly pick the lock of a cage and free a beast Look right into the eyes of the rage and scream peace Peace to your homes, peace to your life, peace make you strong Got the piece on my side cause I know them boys lurkin' Valley of the shadow of d**h, it's time to put work in Peakin' through the curtains Speakin' to the curses, they telling me that I'm blessed Reachin' for the purpose to prosper when nothing's left See the prophet was at his best when he didn't know where to go Trusted in Yahweh to orchestrate narrow road Lettin' the Pharaoh know right now to free my people Lettin' my people know right now that God see you Let's move [Verse 2: Ruzel] 1, 5 to the pen I's been inside this life of sin But 'gain when time spin Wax around the mac, the sound is backin' like the firefend The clock is spinin', I'm spinin' tops on tins Stops the wind Stops the hard knock, just knocked on the door to my soul It's hard not to know this planet ain't my home Never fit the statistic, I'm known to the unknown Met a youngin' at my show, he a Christian with ambition He said he spit that for the Lord, for that reason they won't listen He asked me, "Why?" I told him listen to Ready to Die by Biggie These streets is real life so speak up and make sure you hear me Cause we walked the same streets, and pissed in the same sheets And wrote to the same beats, and spit to the same freaks Only difference is you pulled off the rubber quicker And traded the weed and liquor for a fish-shaped bumper sticker Gotta speak 'em something real or something that I can feel My Papa Boni can't tell me how when how not to live Feel like the guidance in my life is violence and mega trifle That's why I gotta keep a Glock 9 right next to the Bible, with survival I'm really after, in the long run Tryna run away from my past but it's a long run I'm the wrong one Now step inside the body of a shawty on his third strike Discredit for aiming leaded pellets at your head Like Seregenti's red stripes Blue stars, cool cars Who are we to say the youngin' wasn't lukewarm Torn between the two, wrong and right Broken rights, no lights Only shine he seen was open mic night So we hope he might right Someone turn his strife life from a knife fight to a eyesight of a king Advance, no more tap dancing to a polyon theme Ambience scheme to thieve destiny from the new regime But they won't prevail, cause they live in hell And we conquerin' heaven The sky is openin' to pearly sevens of heaven I'm telling you [Verse 3: Asaiah Ziv] I had dream wide awake Like how long will it take? Was it a vision from the one who said my future's very great? Sitting in a room, looking at these souls getting take, I mean took I think the Bible was the first time I read a book Because my choice in music had 'em label me a crook And everytime I sat in cla** I never understood Maybe being 20 credits down was just a whoops Another mistake that I had to make to persevere But I feared, my mind is success Never knew that my dreams would become my career Seen the lies that the media made Had to guard my heart, at 15 I almost got played From a major label selling fables over the table Made a choice to disconnect my cable I wasn't able to see pictures of a dying youth I put my self in a position where I was dying too But now I'm breaking rules I'mma get my faith through the music that I make I ain't taking nothing more, I ain't giving nothing less But I ain't 'bout to make the Lord the reason I'm getting paid But I know I'm having [?], the reason I'm getting blessed Felt the stress in the words of a wise man Telling me to keep my goals in only God's hands Now I'm tryna get these shows, tryna make brands At the same time I'm tryna lose this pride man Welcome into my land Hipsavvy [Outro] (I want to tell you something) Down the line I'm feeling like, you know Uh, you know it really puts, uh It puts a sense of longevity to the record as well To where, you know You never know, wha-what's, wha, you know What the dude's gon' say So you wanna hear it again