[Verse: J. Monty]
Been gone to long I need a kill
I let you rappers eat my meals
Came back to show my king is real
This just must be how freedom feels
I had to do a brief recon
Now I've seen why you drown Celine Dion
Demons in my head like Sweeney Todd
Now I’m clappin' back like Vietnam
I had to read a psalm speak to God beat the odds
Cause my flow cold like I drink Freon
You lost your salt you need season
21 gold the street we on
Fight for freedom we are bright to be the light to street
Outside they see me but the dynasty for higher kings
I'm flyin' high just like I’m Michael's feet in ‘93
Or probably take from China east back to Dubai at least
Saw you a fool that’s awful
The law could sue you that’s lawsuit
I state the fact like God do
Then I take you back like prom suit
They don’t want me to win a monsoon
The blood come for me I’m Piru
Y’all fell for the fake I’m Rondo
Came back from the dead I’m John Snow
It’s free for season, I need no reason to keep on preachin' the streets, so eager to see more freedom
I defeat enemies with the beat like I’m Liam Neeson
If there be no Jesus then we both heathen
So if we be lowkey then
Heaven is somethin' we won’t see
Like Deandre Jordan on a free throw spreein'
We be headed straight for Hades not the Haiti where they creole speakin'
But to the Hades where they feast on demons that’s real talk
I got
Music for your stereo, type
Like a black man with a black gat comin' back for your life
Like a white cop when he fire off when he flashin' those lights
I do it, I do it for life
Started rappin' when I was barely eleven years old
Now these rappers callin' the devil and sellin' they souls
I hate the devil imma rebel I never could fold in
I’m pursuin' destiny just like Kelly and Rowland
Surround you with the flow like you fell in the ocean
Make you clean the boat like a felon with four kids
Steady rowin', do the math, I was separate and chosen
Y’all forgot to multiply like some celibate roaches
Back in the day until he was sellin' me roaches
Now I’m stayin' with the word like intelligent spokesmen
Came to tell the dyin' people that heaven is open
And all because his body was severed and broken
Been gone to long I need a kill
I let you rappers eat my meals
Came back to show my king is real
This just must be how freedom feels
I had to do a brief recon
Now I've seen why you drown Celine Dion
Demons in my head like Sweeney Todd
Now I’m clappin' back like Vietnam
I had to read a psalm speak to God beat the odds
Cause my flow cold like I drink Freon
You lost your salt you need season
21 gold the street we on
Fight for freedom we are bright to be the light to street
Outside they see me but the dynasty for higher kings
I'm flyin' high just like I’m Michael's feet in ‘93
Or probably take from China east back to Dubai at least
Saw you a fool that’s awful
The law could sue you that’s lawsuit
I state the fact like God do
Then I take you back like prom suit
They don’t want me to win a monsoon
The blood come for me I’m Piru
Y’all fell for the fake I’m Rondo
Came back from the dead I’m John Snow
It’s free for season, I need no reason to keep on preachin' the streets, so eager to see more freedom
I defeat enemies with the beat like I’m Liam Neeson
If there be no Jesus then we both heathen
So if we be lowkey then
Heaven is somethin' we won’t see
Like Deandre Jordan on a free throw spreein'
We be headed straight for Hades not the Haiti where they creole speakin'
But to the Hades where they feast on demons that’s real talk
I got
Music for your stereo, type
Like a black man with a black gat comin' back for your life
Like a white cop when he fire off when he flashin' those lights
I do it, I do it for life
Started rappin' when I was barely eleven years old
Now these rappers callin' the devil and sellin' they souls
I hate the devil imma rebel I never could fold in
I’m pursuin' destiny just like Kelly and Rowland
Surround you with the flow like you fell in the ocean
Make you clean the boat like a felon with four kids
Steady rowin', do the math, I was separate and chosen
Y’all forgot to multiply like some celibate roaches
Back in the day until he was sellin' me roaches
Now I’m stayin' with the word like intelligent spokesmen
Came to tell the dyin' people that heaven is open
And all because his body was severed and broken
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