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letra de k.o.t.p. - the stryder

aye
sliding in smoother
like last name was bhueler
got ice in my wrist and got ice in my cooler
i’m nice with my fist typing rhymes on computer
christ with assist now i’m no longer human
blood spilled by the slice of the mice for the mula
rolled dice for the list of his clothes while they neutered
now i be signed by the christ-cross maneuver
and saying his stripes ain’t no humor
the holy ghost moving and it’s kinda peculiar
he guiding my steps and my hand like a tutor
we dodging the devil like matrix maneuver
i got his love and i’m mean i’m a beat track abuser
i mean i’ll just stomp on the satan accuser
while lacing up pumas
and roar out to yahweh a great hallelujah
im mint like a junior
and sick like a user
but all of my homies got lumans like christs light troopers
so wake from ya stupor
cuz judgment day coming and god the reviewer
so hype up his name like a legacy booster
i got akimbo and i got the steel
don’t play with the sixers don’t play with the steeler but god got pick sixes of hearts that he steal
so god take the wheel as i
sit in the back like some seals on the way to osama
i see that you’re frightened dont cower from drama
god is almighty
and god is omega
gods the creator there’s no one who’s greater
for him i’m a sing like marriah
i’m also a writer
middle name ready but my first name is stryder
king of the pen and pad yeah my surname is sire
my flow be so heavy but i float up the spire
the gospel ain’t cap and my god ain’t a liar
shoutout creators don’t doubt, you inspire
so burn off the factory coat like some tires
surrender your life and go higher
this lightwork, check no perspire
now lift up your voices give praise to the fatiher

god in my heart imma shine like orian
my spirit is soaring my soul here is flying
the belt on my hip is aligned with my writing
it’s rough and it’s dark but got purpose it’s hiding
see bible my metal but wesson the daily
it’s sir on the track already know that imma carry
there’s mist in the air like some dust maybe fairy
shoutout to one piece i’m stackin up berries
tossed out my smoke
shame on the leaf filled with jane mary dope
i got delivered from sinner to saint
no complaint i escaped
now all you’ll see is the grin on my face
i don’t spit on the paint
i’m a biblical athlete i’m running my race
shoutout to the ogs st–ze rhymin with the p s
inspire me to meet that, beat that and you gon say bs
so pull up yo rapameter app and do a heat test
i remember days running ghost in a cart on the d s
senior year every day was recess
and p s
beat pack getting to hot like a seat that’s questioned
mutalate the beat but i ain’t get arrested
im free and addressing your character
you faking a barrister
i’m testing my lyrical
while working a miracle
turn up his radio
medicine said to my spirit delirium fades with the fog for america
jesus is working and moving in all of us
holy ghost speak to us enter out hearts and guts
cultivate holiness
doin some damage

- the stryder

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