Lyrics Lucky You - Bizzle

Uh, y′all ready?
Hey babe, tell the kids to keep it down
I'm recording

Off tour, back up in the lab again
Get to cookin′, yup goin' ham again
Flow like a battering ram, or a man in a van
Crashing into their wack rapper Sedan
'Cause I′m mad at ′em
Tell 'em it′s a wrap, welcome to the rap laminate
Sever the cabbage of any rapper hailing the baphomet
You can't stomach the subject matter we handle
If you did manage it, it would probably shatter your abdomen dawg
I hear y′all suckin' y′all teeth, when you hear "Christian Rap"
Like the Son of God sweet
Boy, if I come at y'all, you know what I could've done to y′all
If I wanted dawg, wouldn′t none of y'all eat (Real talk)
Broke in the game like a rap burglar
The Rap Nat Turner, with a habit to rap circles around you
But you never heard of me, so I understand when you laugh
But just know I can murder these rap cats that you have heard of

The hardest part of this is not to bury you
Part of me don′t want it, but the other part is daring you
Feeling froggy, take a leap like a skydiver
I promise I'ma catch a body like a parachute

You know how hard it is, keeping it positive
Even with God in it, if not it′d be more people involved in it
Just know this not hip-hop in a lesser form
This truth music, harder to make but it's better for ′em

I could've been the villain, lucky you
But I'm over here chillin′, lucky you
I coulda been on that side, lucky you
But the flow got baptized, lucky you
Forgive, I just feel like they just had to know
And realize that if I want it, I could go
Kill everything on that side, lucky you
But the flow got baptized, lucky you

Hi guys, I′ve arrived, it's me the Bible guy
I was only trying to shine this little light of mine
Trying to give sight to blind, trying to rewire minds
Line for line, so they can be everything God designed
Why would guys try me, like I couldn′t if I decide
To put them in dirt, and give them this work, nine to five
Rifle at the Eiffel, willing and ready to snipe and any guy
You idolize, bombing like Iron Mike with
Al Qaeda type fists, kill a rival with this mic of mine
Simple as pile driving a knife into a slice of pie
And not the Macgyver type, Michael Myers size
Every line up inside this binder of mine could be homicide
See I been cool, but you been doing too much lately
Thinking you can play me, like I'm some tuba or ukulele
Better watch how you be doin′ that Newborn Jewish Baby
I can do to you for Him, what Slim will do to you for Hailie

I'm tellin′ y'all, I been hella calm lately
Don't get your head, neck and all, severed on HD
Reppin′ God in Heaven, y′all could never Kanye me
And you ain't got the answers, so you could never Sway me
I still rep what I been reppin′, it's God′s gang
I kill flesh with a big weapon, I'm John Wayne
God over money boy, we don′t come to work to play
Oh, you thought Christian Rap was soft, you gon' learn today

I could've been the villain, lucky you
But I′m over here chillin′, lucky you
I coulda been on that side, lucky you
But the flow got baptized, lucky you
Forgive, I just feel like they just had to know
And realize that if I want it, I could go
Kill everything on that side, lucky you
But the flow got baptized, lucky you