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letra de bar mitzvah: shnayim - tone spain

[verse 1]
shnayim!
the saints call them nfl refs, they got the call wrong
why they talking like we lost with the cross gone?
i’m bare knuckle with the bars, all my barrage on
my number got called, the opponent got bogged on
either they a boss or they dripping with the sauce
my brothers dropped tims, they couldn’t catch a randy moss arms
the beat’s slapping like open hands, all palms
holy men, when we hold the pen, we brought psalms
anointed so the flow is blessed, they hate it when you know the text
but satan out here working on his traps like a shoulder press
why they swear they winning when they losing? that’s a groaner flex
i salute the infantry, me and all my soldiers’ nets
soulja boy console, you can never play us
the bars finish with a high percentage, that’s a layup
submitting to his will, to the death, that’s a [jada?]
jesus rose, like [j, the?] highest praise to the maker, uh!

[hook]
every bar dedicated to the father (bar mitzvah)
if it ain’t edifying people, why you bother (bar mitzvah)
we’re grabbing 2019 by the collar
i’mma lift the name of jesus, i’mma do it for the potter (bar mitzvah)
you know everything we do is on a hundred (bar mitzvah)
talking quavo, keep your pants up, we don’t want it (no!)
sin, we gon’ confront it and this race, we gonna run it
since it’s in the name of jesus, he gon’ see that we abundant

[verse 2]
the world a mission field, the mission’s still to drop numbers
and god gave me a vision stronger than scott summers
we had limited mindframes as block runners
now the pit different, they still getting the rock from us
the world’s [?] for the dogs we brawl
we’ve counted what it’ll cost us for the call, christ-centered
this mark and paul into [?]
the reason i rebound if i fall or took a loss
it’s fiery darts satan trying to body me with
like a roaring lion looking for somebody to sift
but the head is christ jesus, and the body is his
so the saints praying for zion like a lottery pick
and gotta be this, i’m molded like the pottery is
serving jesus even if i see the salary dip
he got me the gift, the flow is like motown soul
but they don’t want it in the country, like old town road

- tone spain

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