paroles de chanson Use This Gospel - Mesus

I just tried to have a conversation, about our nation
If you think Dictator was click bait, then we are not the same

If anything, since I said the shit
The censorship on my penmanship, hasn't benefited bread, I'm makin'
But, too many want success, without the dedication
But, I'ma show up everyday, even when weather's changin'
Rain, sleet, hail, snow, no, I ain't never changin'
Know you sick of lies, so surprise, here's some medication

Hold up, I dare a rapper out here, say my name
I won't just diss 'em, I'll finish 'em, like I'm Liu Kang
Mood swings, like Yeezy, pigment like Shady
'Less I layout in sun, and then it's somethin' like gravy

80's baby, 90's made me, 2000 God saved me
20-10 still hustlin, 20-20 finally paid me
Now, it's ain't no lookin' back, everything I cook is crack
It's wide open, for the takin', like a hooker, on her back
Tried to be a nice guy, but if you push, I'm pushing back
Let a lot shit slide, but don't think God ain't keepin' track

Keep a strap, on my side, every time I leave my home
Can't spell gospel, without go, so fuck a no-fly zone
No weapon, formed against me, finna prosper
Mesus plus Yeezus, equal Em plus the Doctor
Not gon' say that I'm the best, but you gon' have to prove I ain't
Rappers lookin' like backboards, after Shaq move in the paint

I'm a goblin, and goon, been a problem, since the womb
Judas tried to bury me, but I just walked right out the tomb
Brought a message here, to speak, dawg, this destiny for me
You just another wannabe, like the rest, who restin' in peace
So suggest that you step, at least 77 steps from me
Or get sent to meet the author, of 66 books, that you never read

My pedigree is so thorough, impeccably flows
Hurdle energy, from enemies, 'cause I'm pennin' these dope journals
Close circle, and it keeps shrinking
Keep thinking, you gone catch me slippin'
'Fore you even know it's beef, my teeth sink in
Beats hittin', like a fist of somebody that's resistin'
Remixin' classics ain't no small task, so please listen

He's spittin', more than that gangster shit, and that bling-blingin'
He's bringin' meaning back to rhyming, and his King with him
Walkin' with authority, talkin' with authority
But close-minded racists say
"But he's not a minority", so clearly, he's a guest here
I'm really just a pest here, just a rip off on this wax
Like bodybuilder's chest hair, to get here, psssh
He ain't did nothin', he ain't sacrifice
He ain't lose everything, includin' his mind for, like half his life

Right, I guess these critics got me figured out
Figures, talkin' shit, 'bout shit, you don't know shit about
Call me political, just so it fits with your agenda
But don't do politics, I don't like ya, I won't pretend to

Would have two blue checks, if all that I did
Got acknowledged, but I finally know why it didn't
'Cause, when I finally blow, and get up to the top, bitch
No one can say they got me there, 'cause only God did