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rap god - montana of 300 lyrics

[intro]
you think of god and, y’know they say he’s the creator and the destroyer
so as a artist, i create and it’s like
whoever gets on the same canvas with me, i’m*i’ll destroy you
y’know what i’m sayin’?
so i kind of look at myself as the creator and the destroyer
we look at god as to be a teacher or a healer
y’know what i’m sayin’?
i have a lot of music like that
i also feel like every element of hip*hop lyrically
i have mastered all of that

[verse]
this life is deep and dark (dark)
dark as the ocean floors (floors)
filled up with bones of the stolen slaves who jumped overboard (overboard)
defendin’ those in the system, we ain’t supposed to score
they wanna shatter our dreams and see us broke and bored
blackball a n*gga who gives a f*ck, let ’em close the door (door)
i never needed to fit in rooms like a clothin’ store (store)
the go for show
hip*hops my b*tch and she’s spoken for
way before her i was broke and poor
better days i was hopin’ for
to get my bag up i was baggin’ up, not the grocery store
i wasn’t sellin’ crack
b*tch, i’m talkin’ loud ’til my throat was sore (throat was sore)
that’s plug talk, vocal chords
g’s move in silence was low*key like i was bros with thor
cold day in h*ll i had satan check in as [?]
jesus was in the streets with them gangstas
not where the church was at
thank god i learned to rap
came a long was from servin’ packs
now i murder tracks and my flow so potent the surface crack
i caught two bodies, i k!lled the p*ssy and merked the cat
now i’ll bet them clowns know to stay they ass where the circus at
i told my sister to chase that bag like her purse was sn*tched
gave her a pistol, straps on always like a vertimax (vertimax)
oh, they ain’t tell you i’ll put your ass on that television?
act like you deaf i’ll show you the meanin’, that’s definition
god let this dog off the leash and told me, “you better get ’em
and while you at it take demons out, that’s exorcism”
go be a host for who needs it most and go bless the wicked
while givin’ jobs to my friends and family, that’s nepotism
not many where i’m from get to say that they left the trenches
get took away by an early grave or the justice system
pray [?] the future don’t let the devil trick ’em
some people think you can’t get to heaven unless you christian
how you gon’ teach me about a house that you never been in?
can’t trust a soul against satan’s sh*t, even heaven sent ’em
war with the wolves will make you learn to survive
find your purpose and thrive
this is a word from the wise
let back the curtains and blinds
i light the source ’til i find
you gotta dig for them diamonds
see, i’m just workin’ the mines (workin’ the mines)
and to my daughter you’re strong, you’re smart and you’re beautiful (smart and your beautiful)
have self respect, value queens and let them influence you (let them influence you)
make sure the world always sees the same when they viewin’ you
and feelin’s that you have for the man you choosin’ is mutual (is mutual)
if it ain’t that, baby, cut ’em off ‘fore they ruin you (‘fore they ruin you)
no, don’t let loyalty make a fool of you (fool of you)
if any man hurts you physically it’s his funeral
big grounds, bodyin’ him that’s hula hoop
be mindful of when you dressin’
queens don’t perform for the peasants
her prophecy’s for her king but some women don’t get that message, uh
alarm clock if you hear me i hope you’re done sleepin’
kept my head up through the darkness in case my suns peakin’
me? i’m just speakin’ life ’til i’m done breathin’
and they say that pain doesn’t leave until it’s done teachin’
ain’t nothin’ wrong with your heart
you need your brain fixed
jesus of lubeck was the name of the first slave ship
tricked our ancestors, they trickin’ you with the same trick
they might as well get to whippin’ you with the same whip
i talk that sh*t our oppressors said we ain’t ‘posed to hear
fred hampton spirit, yeah, actions that antidote the fear
i’m drippin’ knowledge, there’s so much of it to soak up here
even heaven has snakes in it
why would you think the coast is clear?
if they your homies then when you winnin’ they ‘posed to cheer
approach sincere and if it ain’t love then don’t come near
i know the ones who like learnin’ life is gon’ love this song (song)
real life begins at the end of your f*ckin’ comfort zone
might see me fly but to you it may look like nothin’s wrong
what you know ’bout bein’ locked up hopin’ your woman’s strong
or hearin’ grown men cryin’ ’cause they ain’t comin’ home
callin’ for god but the number’s wrong, they judge us wrong
they label us as the bad boy, no puffy cones
you gotta know when to fall back like summer’s gone
cut n*ggas off with the quickness after that covers blown
and b*tches plot when your money long, put that rubber on
we never know when we lookin’ right in the liar’s face
these b*tches burnin’, don’t put your wood in that fireplace
devin booker, keep a shooter at my son’s games (blah)
don’t play around, i turn a gym into a gun range (blah, blah)
ah, a couple bucks will get you chumps changed
drums bang, your family scrubbin’ up blood stains
boy, y’all that frontin’ gon’ get you put on the front page
line ’em up and let the eight off you b*tches like lunch trays
ugh, i ain’t overproduce, i just blaze
i been a savage, i witnessed death at a young age
it’s funny that they say rest in peace once i blast and k!ll ’em
but no one told him to live in peace while his ass was livin’
been about black before zach was [?]
the only thing on this rappers mind is master mine (master mine)
i’m just givin’ game like i’m passin’ dimes
rappers can’t even fathom half of this sh*t in this bag of mine
ugh, when i [?] i left the trap behind
to get it bussin’ i had to grind, flow alkaline
unclassified i am one with god, i ain’t have to sign
now as you can see i ball on ’em, magnifyin’
sauce they never seen like when marty mcfly went back in time
baggy pants when it’s hammer time
album cover black samurai
in my prime like i’m amazon
droppin’ bombs on ’em, palestine
never thought like the average mind
n*ggas crabs like the cancer sign
always goin’ in yet you worried ’bout where the f*ck i’m from
i’m one of one and i’m ballin’ hard like i’m one and done
he from chicago, he goated, there’s somethin’ mike about him
he kickin’ knowledge and wisdom
what you don’t like about him?
all praise to god, the creator
couldn’t live your life without him
just because they write about him doesn’t mean they right about him
(right about him)
(right about him)
(right about him)
(right about him)
[outro]
the secret to bein’ a master of anything is that you never stop bein’ a student
you know and that’s just the thing
yeah, y’all might call me the master
y’all might call me the rap god
y’all might call me the best
but don’t ever think that i’m satisfied where i’m at
don’t ever think that i’m not still adding to what you already salute
you see what i’m sayin’?
so just, thats my mentality of the rap god
i can*i can go*i could
what tupac say?
um, it takes sk!ll to be real, time to heal each other
like, some n*ggas don’t know how to rap and teach
some n*ggas don’t know how to rap and heal
it’s just, man all i know i talk about, is this sh*t i’ve been talkin’ ’bout
these cars, these money’s, these b*tches, doin’ these drugs, blah blah
and like, they don’t possess that sk!ll
(they don’t possess that sk!ll)
(they don’t possess that sk!ll)
(they don’t possess that sk!ll)
(they don’t possess that sk!ll)

- montana of 300 lyrics

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