Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God Is Love , by - Cappadonna. Song from the album Dopium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
God Is Love |
| A-yo, I grab flows and throw 'em wit a twist of the wrist |
| I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift |
| I’m the reason why these MCs be changing they flow |
| Cause every time I spit mine, they can’t get no dough |
| Now y’all rappers pay attention, y’all don’t know what it is |
| You just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kids |
| You not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your type |
| You just wild to ya self, you not wild in the club |
| You with your boys all the time, like a homo thug |
| You ain’t never wit the honeys, you don’t get no love |
| You make music for these assholes that be on the block |
| I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock |
| Come on y’all, y’all don’t really know what it do |
| I drop jewels in your head like it’s Prell shampoo |
| Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, Don' and babies |
| Spit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to church |
| Y’all taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worth |
| Wu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to sound |
| Y’all keep picking up the hood, while you putting us down |
| God is is love, come on, y’all |
| Come on, God is love |
| Everybody say God is love |
| Come on, y’all say God is love |
| God is love, love, God is love, love |
| Gotta change my ways, my mother warned me |
| Calmly’ll speak, time to air my dirty laundry |
| Angels that guard my body, lord, I’m sorry |
| Lord, I’m sorry for the things I did |
| It’s strange out here, we bang out here |
| Killers, drug dealers, they hang out there |
| Cold stares, we don’t care, we braid our hair |
| Lord, they hate out there, and there’s jakes out where |
| Got plan to escape, they fake out here |
| Yeah, they snakes out here, full of lies and deceit |
| Yeah, they take out here, son died on his feet |
| Son cried in his sleep, can’t forget his past |
| He lost a glass ring, just to flip some cash |
| He cried on the visit, his daughter kissed the glass |
| I need your blessings, but I missed the mass |
| I changed my ways, gotta shift the math |
| I picked my path, my wrongs is right |
| I used to hustle to the morning light |
| Then I found out, son, that there’s more to life |
| They focused, indeed, my songs is tight |
| And survival of the fittest, with all my might |
| Got my legs and my brain, and all my sight |
| No more grief, and my teeth is white |
| And I never give up, and I keep the light |
| Come on, God is love |
| Everybody say God is love |
| Come on, y’all say God is love |
| God is love, love, God is love, love |
| Hearses, pastors, limos, cast in stained glass windows |
| Pews, pools of baptism, views of black victims |
| I snooze, catch visions of a beautiful world |
| No funerals, God’s musical, unusual pearls |
| Then, after his judgment and after the blood rips |
| Off of body and soul, we like Marcus Garvey in the godliest robes |
| And I awake from the sound of organs |
| The sound of families mourning, falling grabbing his coffin |
| Will he fall or carried by the Lord wings |
| Absorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youth |
| So we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em to shoot |
| Eve, ate out my fruit, then she, ate at my loot |
| Now we, pitch on the stoup, til we rich in the coupe |
| Then someone snitch, you’re found stiff in your boots |
| You need lessons, brothers, while I predict in the booth |
| Proverbs is truth, so who you listening to? |
| Come on, God is love |
| Everybody say God is love |
| Come on, y’all say God is love |
| God is love, love, God is love, love |