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letra de wild style - rocksoul entertainment (chh)

[hook: corey red]
you in a matrix and you can’t get up out it until you come to jesus
‘cause he’s just the only way
for to get out it, some doubt it
but if you ‘bout it
then you must come to jesus, cause he’s just the only way

[verse 1: precise]
into the mind state, infiltrate the crime zone
same preaching, new time zone
plus your mind is blown by how the rhyme’s flowin’
lines hit your brain and numb it without the yayo
in ’93 i’m hustlin’, in the cut, trying to lay low
in ’95, a new creature, urban street preacher
this rap thing is cool but god gave me a lot to teach here
i preach this in the midst of life-sucking leeches and false teachers
who use jesus to cop ice pieces
my life thesis is the gospel
jesus through my arteries and nostrils
check out my crew preaching the bible
i love mics cordless, even haters applaud this
the ladies look good, but a godly woman is gorgeous
if i could leave a legacy, lord, let ’em remember me
for preaching in the holy ghost, not positive energy
i’ll offer this, he’ll metamorphosis
jesus, the christ, sn-tching your soul out the ghost orphanage
been waiting for a long time in the brick oven
just waiting to spit, cousin
christ crucified and his second coming
accept it or reject it, y’all don’t know we was here
crystal clear, repent, the end of the planet is near
ayo, the holy ghost rocks me like j-panese sake
some say i speak c-cky, i just know that god got me
and won’t drop me in the gates of h-ll, won’t stop me
and corey still will preach even if one of you cats pop me
[verse 2: corey red]
ayo you caught up in the matrix
and like the ghetto boys, your mind play tricks
your soul is like, “i’m loving this song,” your flesh hate this
because it pull you closer to god
if police ain’t get you yet, don’t even think you gettin’ over on god
we put christ at the tip-top, even if you thuggin’ it
heavy metal mixed with hip-hop, you know you loving it
on the block with a nine with a lot on your mind
let me drop you a line, satan got a lock on your mind
he want to see you with a hole in your head, shot with a nine
in the front row, careful, i spit a lot when i rhyme
i got a lot on my mind
but life without christ just ain’t the same, like the new york city skyline
the rhyme-bringer
the double-edge-sword-swinger
the god-praiser
the lyrics-from-the-heart-maker
i drop verbs and proverbs like solomon
screaming, “false prophets” like the green goblin
my man p is married, as for me, i’m single
speaking in tongues plus english, i’m bilingual
i’m not a gangster, but yo i’m running through rap
and like bernie mac, i ain’t scared of none of you cats
jesus christ the messiah, fact
and when he split the sky, that’s when the empire strikes back
from the ghetto out to your green meadow
the world is a jungle, so let’s get ready to rumble
[hook: corey red]
you in a matrix and you can’t get up out it until you come to jesus
‘cause he’s just the only way
for to get out it, some doubt it
but if you ‘bout it
then you must come to jesus, cause he’s just the only way

you in a matrix and you can’t get up out it until you come to jesus
‘cause he’s just the only way
for to get out it, some doubt it
but if you ‘bout it
then you must come to jesus, cause he’s just the only way

- rocksoul entertainment chh

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