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letra de i'm the best rapper alive - j. monty

[intro]
wow, j. monty
i’m the best rapper alive
i’m the best rapper alive, best rapper alive
i’m the best rapper alive

[verse]
you probably cl!cked on this song to hear me rap about me
see if i had a big enough head to do a track about me
my hats backwards, with a backpack
and some other facts about me’
worst part is it would’ve been your favorite track of the week
you wanna be the best christian rapper?
what a fascinatin’ feelin’
i bet you wanna stack and make them millions
concerned about that t-tle
when overseas they can’t escape the villains
who grab and rape civilians and decapitate their children
(aye j, you gotta calm down)
i’m relaxin’ man, i’m chillin’
but you can’t put a cap on what i’m feelin’
i’m just sayin’ bro, what if that was your daughter or your nephew or niece?
and isis left ’em deceased, now they restin’ in peace
so don’t hand me a grammy award, hand me a sword
so i can do damage to four demons while i stand with the lord
i’m slicin’ satan while he’s bleedin’ on my laminate floor
i manage to roar and start randomly slammin’ my door
it’s not a single rapper i’m dissin’
let me make it more clear for those who lackin’ the vision
if your heart is turning black when you listen
and in your back its some tension
you prolly wanna get back to the mission
and if you gonna take shots, just know your pow-pow’s painless
wow, how dangerous
i ain’t scared of you soundcloud gangstas
cause it would suck to spend your whole life tryna sound ’bout famous
and get to the judgment in front of christ and have to bow down nameless
if your dream is to get people to crowd ’round stages
sound’s loud, b-ss hits, and your loud mouth brainless
fans start to lift up they hands and shout out names
that fill you up, but leave them leakin’ like a cloud while rainin’
(just know this)
satan was a prideful angelic musician
so don’t let your pride hide what i’m tellin’ you listen
he fell from heaven cause of pride and rebellious intentions
and angels followed him through the sky when he fell through dimensions
see how that goes?
one day your rappin’ to exert what’s holy
the next it’s like your textin’ god, because your words are phony
if you’re searchin’ for me, i don’t serve bologna
all my verses bony, i don’t worship rap
this music workin’ for me
people dyin’ and we rollin’ the dice
tryin’ to hold onto fame is like holdin’ some ice
i don’t even wanna rap
only reason i’m holdin’ this mic is to expose you to light
and bring every broken soul to the christ
if it ain’t about jesus it’s a borin’ occasion
if you’re havin’ trouble hearin’ what the lord here is sayin’
he’s sayin’ grace is what’s keepin’ his wrath from absorbin’ this nation
and the best rapper alive is the one that’s dead to his own glorification
amen

- j monty

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