Lyrics Urban Desperado - Yorel

It is what it is fam
Is this the life I chose
Or is it life that chose me
I pledge allegiance
To the flesh on the cross, the blood on the cross
Urban desperado baby you heard

Listen fam I came straight from the streets of New York City
Walk with me, through a fallen empire they tried to kill me
Guerrilla beef war between drug lords for keeps
Death stinks rotten flesh decaying on bones
The microphones prone to get ripped
I flow with a gift, tormented by experience
I speak facts while I rip raps
It's like I'm trapped with the Sword of the Spirit
Fearless. Standing over closed caskets, imagine
I slay dragons, face bashing. I'm at war with evil
Urban desperado heart for the people
Kickback of a Desert Eagle
When I rhyme, I put in work for the church
The virgin birth on my mind yo
Relaxing in a condo, outside it seems hostile
I'm loading up a full clip to spread the gospel

Urban desperado, with 66 books I spray hallows
Hold my book of rhymes horizontal
And if I die before I wake, salute
I'll see you in heaven. Pour some beer for me
Kiss my care for me. Urban desperado
With 66 books I spray hollows
Hold my book of rhymes horizontal
And if I die before I wake, salute
I'll see you in heaven. Pour some beer for me
Let them know I spoke the truth

Salute. Ghetto story tales of OG's and gangers who clapped
I saw it all. On dusty roads, everyday facts
Became a desperado, mono e mono with two straps
Cause it can happen. I run rampant
Ghetto corral, Exile Child I spit scriptures from my canon
Examine, my enemies moving like a phantom
So when I bust shots its 66 books of damage
I got a hair more on my left side, hair more on my right
The Old and New Testament of Hebrew Israelites
I got a dance with the devil and it's going down tonight
Collide with darkness, then relax in a sauna
Cause no weapon formed against me can pierce my armor
And every sunset I thank God for another day
Prepare for demonic forces they come to play
I send them to a bottomless pit and early grave
And urban renegade in and out the USA
Who wants to come to play, who wants to come to play

Urban desperado, with 66 books I spray hallows
Hold my book of rhymes horizontal
And if I die before I wake, salute
I'll see you in heaven. Pour some beer for me
Kiss my care for me. Urban desperado
With 66 books I spray hollows
Hold my book of rhymes horizontal
And if I die before I wake, salute
I'll see you in heaven. Pour some beer for me
Let them know I spoke the truth

My war ain't against flesh and blood homie
We got a common enemy. Word
I tell you I'm busting shots I'm really busting shots
At demonic entities and principalities. Word
You know what I'm saying it's deeper then the flesh
Still got a lot to learn. Word
Urban desperado