
God Is Love U-God (Ft. Cappadonna & Killah Priest)
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[Intro: Cappadonna]
Stay y'all, atonement, this one is for you, yes sir, a-yo
[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
A-yo, I grab flows and throw 'em wit a twist of the wrist
I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift
I'm the reason why these MCs be changing they flow
Cause every time I spit mine, they can't get no dough
Now y'all rappers pay attention, y'all don't know what it is
You just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kids
You not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your type
You just wild to ya self, you not wild in the club
You with your boys all the time, like a homo thug
You ain't never wit the honeys, you don't get no love
You make music for these assholes that be on the block
I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock
Come on y'all, y'all don't really know what it do
I drop jewels in your head like it's Prell shampoo
Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, Don' and babies
Spit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to church
Y'all taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worth
Wu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to sound
Y'all keep picking up the hood, while you putting us down
God is is love, come on, y'all
[Hook: Cappadonna]
Come on, God is love
Everybody say God is love
Come on, y'all say God is love
God is love, love, God is love, love
Stay y'all, atonement, this one is for you, yes sir, a-yo
[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
A-yo, I grab flows and throw 'em wit a twist of the wrist
I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift
I'm the reason why these MCs be changing they flow
Cause every time I spit mine, they can't get no dough
Now y'all rappers pay attention, y'all don't know what it is
You just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kids
You not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your type
You just wild to ya self, you not wild in the club
You with your boys all the time, like a homo thug
You ain't never wit the honeys, you don't get no love
You make music for these assholes that be on the block
I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock
Come on y'all, y'all don't really know what it do
I drop jewels in your head like it's Prell shampoo
Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, Don' and babies
Spit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to church
Y'all taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worth
Wu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to sound
Y'all keep picking up the hood, while you putting us down
God is is love, come on, y'all
[Hook: Cappadonna]
Come on, God is love
Everybody say God is love
Come on, y'all say God is love
God is love, love, God is love, love
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