Freestyle
How many times one of the real, steel with the words smooth criminal, getting ill,
feeling it, pick up the rhythm i give them exactly what they want to chill,
Why even lie to me just keep it real I tell them for real be wrong or be gone,
I'm a sing this song and Jesus giving me strength to keep the legs I stand on ,
but hey headed to unknown places facing the peace, We dwell in land of the beast,
lately been feeling the heat,
how many people get stopped the police, oh, I don't got no ID,
and now they want try me, but Christ he guides me,
so whatever come my way I fear never ever never,
leaves of Eden in my system, I'm humbly cleaver,
so tell the police that we driving without a license,
Is there anything left to deal with, the enemy plotting so any move I make I move as quiet
as mice
On the block dodging "bullocks" and bullets, but I eat up the cows like bison,
I'm shiesty, Don't provoke me I might bite, Cause i'm shiesty as Tyson,
go to alley shoot in the dice and, and make sure i do it once and not twice and,
this is the way that we do it, and we pray like Christ and,
keep on praising, keep on raising one love, Praise God
Copyright © Michael Brunson | Year Posted 2009
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