paroles de chanson JERICHO - YakiTheKid

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, we back in black we pack a bag of mags
And then we blackin' out
The windows on the caddy, MAGA hat, the masses tappin' out
We moving speakin' truth into the syndicate of politics
Send a kit to politicians, sick, and the anonymous
Sickening the channels be to brainwash the youth
Bunch of innocents, tainted by the other evil residents
CAPCOM, I play mind games with whack jobs
Press a button PlayStation, imma vacation
Down to Pakistan, I'm in the laboratory making bombers
No Afghanistan, I gotta take a break from the Osama
Punch lines, it's crunch time, I'm in the lunch line turnin' up
Make America Godly Again, I know you heard of us
March around the walls like Jericho, they finna fall
I be the antidote, like colleges in March I'm gonna ball
I'm on the call of duty, write a eulogy to all the booty cheek
Little rappers who afraid to step outside community

And I ain't even tryna be disrespectful but
I mean, listen
Some of y'all real good at what you do, but
We not really makin' a difference here
You know what I'm sayin?
You can't push for positivity if you
Talking 'bout getting money, and
Guns, and violence, and killing all these people, but
Cuz here's the problem
Y'all wanna be different, but
We all talking 'bout the same things, like

Everybody talk about the blacked out coupes, but
Ain't nobody talking 'bout the blacked out youth
I believe in the children, listen to the kids bro
Evildoers sit about, I'm sending out a missile
Down to Hell, I ring the dinner bell for all the demons
Here's a Pack-a-Punch of holy crunch
No Taco Bell, I'm cheesin'
All the way to Philippines, I'm back at home with all the people
I've lived in many houses but my home has got a steeple
Rise above the hate and all the other people next to me
Imma fix a plate for those who know I got the recipe
Imma make a way for all the lost who know the pedigree
God, family, friendship
Go ahead and cancel me
Cancel all your plans because I'll take you back to apple trees
Where we used to eat way before there was an Applebee's
Snakes in the branches, they lookin' to persuade ya
Choice is up to you, ain't nobody gonna make ya

Back up on my feet, I'm grinding like my name is Master P
I make a masterpiece, I turn the cap into catastrophe
I learned my ABCs and as I know them, "Always Be Courageous"
Wouldn't switch the message even if they flip the station
Holy mackerel, the Christian rap might be the antidote
Holy flow, I'm mastering the feat to feature Holy Ghost
More of those eyewitnesses testimonials, Jehovah knows
I flow the most, I'm going psycho on the beat
Liposuction on the beat
I suck death out the game and breath life
Kingdom hearts, we flash a deck and then retire for the night
Protect my neck, I wear the cross because my power rests in Christ
The only One, no 21, but still we out for the night
Though this case now is closed, put the sign up, we open
Joseph had dreams and then he put 'em into motion
Like a track meet, runnin' circles 'round my brain
I'm an elephant, acknowledge how I'm stompin' on the game

Back in the game like a rash
Infected with thoughts that are highly irrational
I'm seeing evils affecting the national
Angels and demons they fighting the battles
And I'm on the sidelines watching it happen
Writing the story of war in my rappin'
Racking up Biblical knowledge and keeping it modest
I wanna be honest and say that I got the all answers,
But that isn't true
I'm seeking wisdom when I'm the booth
I never claimed to be God but I surely survive
As a messenger speaking the truth
I see the strings on the red and the blue
Devil the maestro, he crackin' a smile while
Watching the people get played like a flute
Sentenced to death and we tighten the noose