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letra de i feel like rapping again (bonus) - jered sanders

[intro: jered sanders]
ayo, i feel like rapping again, homie
ain’t nothing you can do about it, either
real hope-hop, circa 1985
yo

[verse 1: jered sanders]
the offspring of the 1-9 and fourscore
and i’m a student of the game, not a poor sport
cue the rap up, turn on the award tour
for letting the dragon out of mordor
with the oratorical sword, but never more pure
and got a mind on the temple and the corridor
million-dollar dream but a brother can’t afford four
and i’ll be never more sure
i’m here for more war and i’m spotting the devil
think of hardcorps
and anybody who gonna abhor the lord
and ignoring the sm-rg-sbord
and he throwing them over all
you good with loosey, get a pocket full of quarters
and cop a h–rd at the corner store
i need him more and more, 24/7
i’mma [?] and i ain’t talking the 4:44
and more bl–dy than all of your war stories
he propping the door for me
so i’mma give him the glory, dawg, ah!

[break: jered sanders]
yeah man, real talk
and i’m just getting started
hey, turn the beat up a little bit more
yo

[verse 2: jered sanders]
what other rapper run a net like prokhorov
in a hope is dope hood, stepping in a [sober cough?]
telling you to fear god, talking like the lord is soft
man, you don’t want that beef, homie, it’s stroganof
you don’t really want that seat, homie, you know the cost
it’s blood-bought for any and all sinners
he give ’em the lord picture, hit ’em with all scripture
and you covered on top like y’all migos
when you in the body, you are winners
that’s really gone for anybody involved with us
and everybody clapping at the party you walked in there
and i ain’t even lacking that authority, god with us
and i don’t hear the yapping if a cartoon character
cover all of your bandages
and if you’re cutting corners off your sandwiches
and whatever grown man still calling sloppy joes manwiches
you send a call, i ain’t answer it, real talk

[break: jered sanders]
ay man, i ain’t playing with y’all at all homie
i feel like rapping again, baby!

[singer (unknown)]
yeah
i feel like rapping again
i feel like rapping again
i feel like
i feel like rapping again
i feel like rapping again
i feel like
i feel like rapping again
i feel like rapping again
i feel like
i feel like rapping again
i feel like rapping again
i feel like

[verse 3: jered sanders]
cut the radio on, the hip-hop preparing to move backwards
brothers losing faith quick as they lose chapstick
and spit bars, not a sound
that’s why i like cleaning the tub
i’m dropping the comet down
and i’mma holler yahweh ’til the vocal chords
make a dead man rise, exposing the open sore
steer clear of the poser, hoping you know the lord
tryna run the game from a sofa or
shouting that lecrae ain’t saved, or hate kanye
giving the lord praise with a “make america hate again” posterboard
man i’s hoping to be a light and never throw the torch
how you bearing fruit when you know the score, real talk
[hialeah?] jones, homie, that’s the drummer
a snickers bar, gotta sn-tch the hunger
real talk, a brother writing with god, you don’t have to wonder
how my pen be on point like it’s acupuncture, ah!

[outro: jered sanders]
hey, real talk, don’t be mad, homie
’cause it ain’t nothing you can do about it
but we just getting started
it’s god over money, homie
ah!

[sample]
“hey man, this is for everybody got a problem with me bringing up jesus. hey, man, hey, this is my page. now, you and your god, y’all go promote on y’all page. listen, if i wanna bring up jesus — man, jesus poppin’. you can say whatever you wanna say about — i don’t say nothin’ with you about what your favorite artist or what. man, jesus been poppin’. that’s who i, that’s who i scream and that’s who i — hey, man. so whatever you believe in, i ain’t knockin’ you. but don’t be knockin’ on my door tryna make me believe in your god. i ain’t tryna make you believe in mine. i’m just livin’ my life. so that [?] your spirit. everybody don’t believe in jesus. that’s wassup. if you don’t love faith and you be like that ain’t it, hey, that’s you over there, do your thing, but i ain’t comin’ over there. i’m straight, yo. ay man, i’m good. okay. just, get off my doorstep right now.”

- jered sanders

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