Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Is Love, artist - Cappadonna. Album song Dopium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |