paroles de chanson Black Jesus (feat. Tortro Da Gad) - Kwaku Bota

All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers All you motherfuckers
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers All you motherfuckers

Ah the black Jesus giving track fevers
Ether with thesis sheesh khibab beef seekers
B Sigel how they feel it in the air when i cook it to feed them
Fishy bread breakers meet me p3

I grab the mic and then ignite
Forces from the afterlife
Who am I
The poltergeist fighting off the anti christ
Loose if I close my mind's eye
Got to keep them wide
Fake niggas gets polarized
I'm cold as ice
Closing in on nothing
Been walking for miles and my throat
Getting dry Getting close to my destruction
Still chasing after dreams and the things that I envision
Been at it since a teen an addict to my dreams
Reeking havoc on the scene
Black Jesus my religion
Can't stop I'm on a mission
Yelling fuck the damn system
Thanos with the glove when a snap and get faded
Leave a demon in your heart to sit
We grew up with no pot to piss

All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers All you motherfuckers
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers put your hands up now
All you motherfuckers All you motherfuckers

Yeah uh!
I grab the mic and I'll damage you crush your whole staminu
Nah,yeah
I grab the mic and I'll damage ya crush you whole stamina
Permanently turning my water into wine overdose Z is a dirty bastard
Every now and then i combine alchemy chemicals
Sweet baby hesus im just way more than amazing
Gad in the manger with pentecoastal pages
There he goes parading raidiance from my pineal glands
Is tha same thing as guidance from a fire arm spraying amen
I turn tables then turn tablets of moses into baked bread uh
Pardon my manners fucking high as a ravens blood
Dark wing angel sword swing maiming all
Plus you came across four he nailed it all
Chained and auction for gold so i burn incense for my ancestor
My raw reflection on a canvas wipe out borgeas portrait
I'm sampson with wild dread
Burning bush on top of Solomon's grave
Asking Yaweh maryjane because she fucking with God without latex
Trust me he really hate that I kill it and admitted how I'm killing it
Break your leg till he down on your knees and beg to question