| Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
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| Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
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| In the wicked ways of the world
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| God gives the remission of all of our sins
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| When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra
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| He knew when I was older I’d wanna follow 2Pac and Big Papa
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| They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera
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| But this choppa will be reppin' the city where RDV’s Young Rich and Slick’s got
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| ya
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| Well in peace
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| I don’t know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
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| Maybe the music I am doin' is never gospel, sinner is what they call ya
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| I know we look a little strange and we the gang my lane is what I offer
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| 3 dimensional altar with a ego on top of the rock of Gibraltar
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| I see-e, it’s not the way the bible people want me to be-e
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| Flippin' the fire for the family focused and free-e
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| Listen to me-e doing it for T. V-e
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| With the rebel yell, came out of my shell
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| Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail
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| With a tremendous fail he never to say my livin’ll sell
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| But even worse said I lead my people to Hell’s Bells
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| Lookin' at me just like my mother and father would breed creatures
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| Not an evil bone in my body and never known to be naughty in my seeds either
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| Simple and plain like a cheese pizza
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| I don’t know prayin' on my knees keep us from heat seekers
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| Lovin' the bleed feature while the people tell me that I need Jesus!
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| Talk about, judgement
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| Speakin' to me with the people I’m leadin' em underway
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| And you read me and see me easy to be shunned away
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| But you got it all wrong
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| You seem to tell me I need Jesus! |
| (oh, Jesus! Jesus!)
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| Every day they wanna condemn me
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| None of 'em even know me
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| Anyone ever that sinned cast the Stone out
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| I’m stoned, let’s talk about it
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| I’m askin'
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| What’s happening?
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| Boy, cause they bashing me
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| Bangin' the bible, butcher boy don’t bother with blasphemy
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| Call em a crazy critic comin' causin catastrophes
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| Aimin' at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually
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| Ah mane, Amen
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| You people let the steeples speak in evil and the neezle playing God hymn
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| My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the wicked for the stick and
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| what’s the problem
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| Questioning the K.O.D.'s grim, anybody talkin hella crazy I’m bout to jaw them
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| You’ll be up on a cross whenever you step to me so take precaution
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| Y’all false actors, callin' me a demon when I talk backwards tihs pot
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| Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers
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| hip hop
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| So you thinking you religious?
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| When you condemn another man you never lead us
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| Telling me what’s under me is gonna heat us
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| Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus
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| Leave us
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| Talk about, judgement
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| Speakin' to me with the people I’m leadin' em underway
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| And you read mesee me easy to be shunned away
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| But you got it all wrong
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| Let’s talk about it
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| Mama never really talked about God
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| All that I was ever taught was I’m odd
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| Heard he knew bout every thought that I had
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| Dirty mind I’d see a cross and I’d hide
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| Lost without dad, salty bout that
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| But I was captivated by the bosses outside
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| I plotted every way to get in drawers with my squad (church)
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| Ask round why every man goes
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| Bad habits to pass down like second hand clothes, mad
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| Salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes
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| Had half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows
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| Need a savior they say slayed for your behavior
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| Raised in three days, grace be what he gave ya
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| The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to
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| Pay 10 percent cause sins ya didn’t pay for
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| Bow to a name insane fast, he told the
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| Vows to a dame, the tame Casanova
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| Wow did it change and came crashing, poser
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| Doused in the flames and bang chapter closure
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| Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar
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| Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over
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| Seeking a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah
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| But I don’t know if the ordain pastor sober
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| Dang in disdain prayed in vain
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| Care slain yo, explain do anything
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| Lay hands, but role playing, you entertain
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| Doubt, pain, processin' grow in the brain
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| It’s confusing, now my fans out protruding
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| Rebuking, from mouths full of communion
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| Scorn by lukewarm kind, it’s time you’ve been warned
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| The Storm formed, now find refuge in… |