[Verse 1]
Can't rest easy ‘til it’s over now
Darkness, sun is going down
Take it for a spin and roll the windows down
Who you know came before this
Who you know makin' more hits
Who you know so underground, cuz it's going down and I ain’t talking syndrome
I ain't on that Forbes list, but I made 44 hits
Wait until you find out that this just the intro
How I'm bringing justice to this game you can call me Winslow
Rap cleric came back from down inside of Limbo
For this game perishing
Limited edition, better cherish it
I remember old tapes full of random bars
Talking 'bout the gospel but still thinking 'bout the fancy cars, I scrapped 'em
Took my demons out and then I capped 'em
I gave it up to God and Jesus dapped me up
So if you gonna give me any credit, praise the Lord before you clap it up
Used to run from problems like it's temple
Now I’m not afraid, I feel insane to y’all but my God calls me instrumental
Used to wanna call myself the hero but He made it clear
I am just a messenger cuz y'all know that we won’t be here for too long
Learned some new truths and wrote some new songs
Funny how the world will say it's just a book, it's outdated
I see that we're still slaves
Lincoln did his best in ‘63 but we still haven’t been emancipated
Ain't no proclamation have the same effect over your life
Until you let your guard down and give the wheel up to Christ, that's why I
[Verse 2]
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill the beat and then I run it back
Michael Jackson Thriller, got the demons doing running man
So sick that you could catch it, need to put ya mask on
Better buckle in your seat, homie we gon' blast off
NASA, NASA, NASA how we goin' to the moon, like
Pastor, pastor, pastor, preacher lighting up the room, like
I be so atrocious with the flow, it's against Geneva
You can take the money and the hoes, I don't wanna see em
Take 'em out my sight, boy I'm shooting out the lights
Total blackout
WWE, I'm gonna smack down
Balling for my squad, man I'm representing team no hesi
I got angel armies at the ready
We get down and conquer, kill the hounds and vultures
We won't stop, you can cancel me I'll cancel culture
Y'all can try and stop the truth but it eludes the mortal plane of sense
Y'all just shoot the messenger but never got rid of the text
So what's next
Can't rest easy ‘til it’s over now
Darkness, sun is going down
Take it for a spin and roll the windows down
Who you know came before this
Who you know makin' more hits
Who you know so underground, cuz it's going down and I ain’t talking syndrome
I ain't on that Forbes list, but I made 44 hits
Wait until you find out that this just the intro
How I'm bringing justice to this game you can call me Winslow
Rap cleric came back from down inside of Limbo
For this game perishing
Limited edition, better cherish it
I remember old tapes full of random bars
Talking 'bout the gospel but still thinking 'bout the fancy cars, I scrapped 'em
Took my demons out and then I capped 'em
I gave it up to God and Jesus dapped me up
So if you gonna give me any credit, praise the Lord before you clap it up
Used to run from problems like it's temple
Now I’m not afraid, I feel insane to y’all but my God calls me instrumental
Used to wanna call myself the hero but He made it clear
I am just a messenger cuz y'all know that we won’t be here for too long
Learned some new truths and wrote some new songs
Funny how the world will say it's just a book, it's outdated
I see that we're still slaves
Lincoln did his best in ‘63 but we still haven’t been emancipated
Ain't no proclamation have the same effect over your life
Until you let your guard down and give the wheel up to Christ, that's why I
[Verse 2]
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill the beat and then I run it back
Michael Jackson Thriller, got the demons doing running man
So sick that you could catch it, need to put ya mask on
Better buckle in your seat, homie we gon' blast off
NASA, NASA, NASA how we goin' to the moon, like
Pastor, pastor, pastor, preacher lighting up the room, like
I be so atrocious with the flow, it's against Geneva
You can take the money and the hoes, I don't wanna see em
Take 'em out my sight, boy I'm shooting out the lights
Total blackout
WWE, I'm gonna smack down
Balling for my squad, man I'm representing team no hesi
I got angel armies at the ready
We get down and conquer, kill the hounds and vultures
We won't stop, you can cancel me I'll cancel culture
Y'all can try and stop the truth but it eludes the mortal plane of sense
Y'all just shoot the messenger but never got rid of the text
So what's next
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