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chapter 1: the gift - precyce politix lyrics

[skit: brother, no face and ]
cyce boogie!
what up, what up, what up?
we just popping out and sh*t, huh?
yeah man, yeah man. what’s good, baby?
what’s good?
hey man, walk with me to the car real quick? i gotta talk to you about somethin’
no doubt. one sec. yo, i’ll be right back, aight? business, stay in the tub. daddy’ll be right back
yo, this n*gga be bugging. i see you always busy though, huh?
nah, family. i don’t do much. you know i got two, right? you know you can have one?
ah, this dude right here. nah man. come on, son. i’m good though, but listen, check this out. i’m working right now anyway. but yo, lemme ask you somethin’, big bro. um, yo, you remember those pictures of jesus we used to see all the time?
yeah, n*gga, you know i did. man, moms had that bigass picture in the living room and sh*t
right, right, right. but yo, um, you evеr notice that you never seen a picturе of god? you never seen a picture of god, have you?
f*ck is you talking about right now?
nah, listen, listen, listen. i’m saying… yo, what do you think god’s face look like though?
yo, you sure you good, man? you ain’t been right since that thing in the jets
yo, come on, man. come on, son. come on, son. i mean, yo, shorty was screamin’ and she was prayin’ to me, bro. like, you know what i’m saying? you know why? because god don’t have a face. you know what i mean?
ohhh
yeah, that’s what i’m saying—
that’s why you keep that stupid*ass mask on. you read too many comic books, man. just… look: just do the work, get it done, f*ck the theatrics. but yo, what about the spanish kid that was f*ckin’ with her? this n*gga name is heavy man, you know he’ll trace our work back to us. i ain’t tryna go to war, family. it’s bad for business
what you talking about war, man? i’m talking about the bright light that you f*cking see when you ‘bout to— when you ‘bout to bite it, you know what i’m saying? like the bright light, that’s the face of god, my n*gga. that’s the face of god. that’s why n0body can see ‘im. god has no face. and the thing about that— don’t even worry about that bullsh*t with shorty, you know what i mean? i actually got a gift for you right here. come over here
holy f*cking sh*t. angel, what up man?

it’s crazy how n*ggas be talking tough until god come and see ‘em, huh?
word up
ay, look. take him to the warehouse, nice and quiet, and trace, hit the line up [?] up
i got you, big bro, i got you. lemme go do that right now

- precyce politix lyrics

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