[Intro: DJ Lord Sear]
DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos
Harlem World, stand up!
[Verse 1: Ransom]
Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that'll celebrate when the haters win
When on the cusp of greatness, don't get accustomed to making friends
Momma told me the shit that makes a man is to make amends
Was never into all the latest trends, now my weight is thin
But shit, you can't judge a picture if you gon' break the lens
Lay a gem, drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats
Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates on the crowded street
Thе Gil Scott-Heron of heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence
Everything that I write is fire and eloquent
You niggas gon' notice when you inspired for relevance
A different man but still'll send killers inside your residence (Blatt)
Just tap my shoulder when it's getting realer, give ten to Sheila
'Cause she come from a place the fiends can outlive the dealers
You don't know the half of it, waving sticks like a magic trick
Get half the clip, I ain't never been on no rapper shit
[Chorus: Ransom]
These ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat
I said these ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat
DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos
Harlem World, stand up!
[Verse 1: Ransom]
Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that'll celebrate when the haters win
When on the cusp of greatness, don't get accustomed to making friends
Momma told me the shit that makes a man is to make amends
Was never into all the latest trends, now my weight is thin
But shit, you can't judge a picture if you gon' break the lens
Lay a gem, drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats
Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates on the crowded street
Thе Gil Scott-Heron of heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence
Everything that I write is fire and eloquent
You niggas gon' notice when you inspired for relevance
A different man but still'll send killers inside your residence (Blatt)
Just tap my shoulder when it's getting realer, give ten to Sheila
'Cause she come from a place the fiends can outlive the dealers
You don't know the half of it, waving sticks like a magic trick
Get half the clip, I ain't never been on no rapper shit
[Chorus: Ransom]
These ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat
I said these ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat
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