Текст песни 100 Bars, Pt. 3 - J. Monty

Yo, J, yo, yo, J
Yo, you gon' have to wake up, son
They waitin' on you

A truth defier, abusive liar 'til my youth expired
Used and tired, soul beggin' for a new provider
I fornicated head first into a pool of fire like a scuba diver
And wore more rubber than an average Uber driver's use of tires
A tiny pint, eatin' Mike & Ike's
Ridin' bikes and flyin' kites in Clayton County
Smackin' dudes when they surround me
Smokin' weed in vacant housing
Folks in GTA be clownin'
Open season, chasin' bounties
Hopin' we can make it out
I spit for Christ and never sympathize
Flow is holy oil, more greasy than flippin' burgers and dippin' fries
Hear of murders, I'm rippin' guys
I eat so many fake rappers in my sleep when I wake up I'll be a different size
Gon' need a tutor trying to decipher through these witty lines
Couldn't be the future if you was Mekhi Phifer in his freakin' prime
The devil's a freakin' loser
Him and all of his demon troopers
I tell him to eat the Ruger if ever he mention mine
Christian rappers dissin' Christian rappers, dissin' peers
In the end we kin, promise I would never diss a peer like JGivens' chin
What's the mission then?
Set this city on fire with more matches than some infant twins
I'm a fresh early comer
Ain't stoppin' 'til my neck's buried under a thousand pounds of wet dirt and lumber
I'm on my way to that golden state
& This is part three, guess I'm goin' 3 and 0 like Steph Curry number
Y'all think this my best, y'all wrong
I've been slept on longer than a two star hotel bed with the headboard gone and sweat all on it
I done reached out to y'all like I'm Stretch Armstrong
But y'all looking at me sideways like somethin' in your neck gone wrong
What the heck y'all on?
But if I make it next y'all gon' text my phone like you're the next doggone Kanye West
Y'all dumb if y'all think I'm tryna impress y'all some
Cause when the checks all gone
You couldn't shoot your way into heaven with a AK-47 and a Teflon on

So, let's go on
I know you workin' hard, but just hold on
Four day jobs to snag seven retro 1's
But won't thank God for the last breath the left yo lungs
I'mma wreck yo fun, the devil's dumb
My studio is the only location hell won't come
Think you grinding but compared to the One we prepare yokes on
Your bizz small (Bismol) like the Pepto son
In my sleep I would dream of singin' with Tina Marie
Now I eat with people who speak of believing in me
My team'll preach to the evil creeping in Egypt and Greece
And we can bring enough heat to defeat Vegeta you see
It's easy to me
So many people need to be free
Like the piece of cheese between the crease in your teeth
The TV screen is a medium demons seek to release
A whole fleet of secretive keys to defeat the weakest of sheep
Ahead of my time I graduated in yo mom's class
And I ain't need no hall pass
Teacher making sure we all passed
Better hope I fall fast
See I don't want to be the man
Cause y'all be on demand (on the man) like Comcast
Been a long time since I saw cash
But my God covers the broke like an arm cast
Traded purple and gold for Bull that went over they head like a Pau Gasol pass
If all's well
Why stand in more hell?
When tall nails spike hands for your bail
Don't got wealth but my brand is known well
It's in the top shelf of night stands in hotels
His palm catches my plans like Odell
I'm all cheffin' gigantic dope meals
But y'all rather five cans of road kill
From lost rappers buyin' pants with soul deals

As fans of these rappers
We just wait to eat the music they sell (feed me)
Waiting on they album like they probably cooking me some caviar spruced with some snails (feed me)
But what they make is weak
It's just some bacon grease infused with some gel
The average human can tell
But you've been sittin' there so long you got used to the smell
I got some trueness to tell
Let's take it back to when Lucifer fell (teach me)
He was the most beautiful angel his body was home to where music indwelled
It was music that made him so beautiful
Spittin' out bars like his tooth was in jail
Then he started thinkin' that he could be God
That's when he was rebuked and expelled
But before he fell he spoke to the angels up there to confuse and compel them
One final attempt to steal glory from God, he made up the untruest of tales and
Said he was a god and he blinded their eyes with his music like using a veil and
One third of the angels believed and
Pursuing his trail they got booted as well and
Got sent to the Earth like he's like a lion just roaming and moving his tail and
Now those angels are demons and they have conformed and committed to do what he tells them
He's so stupid he's doin' the same thing he did up in heaven and you couldn't tell
But instead of getting angels to Earth, now he's tryna get humans to hell

The music in your radio is big, big
Bigger than you ever knew
I promise I'mma tell the truth kids
I'll say a prayer to cover you my friend
But I can't get to heaven for you
Young people sick of death they want to live
It's heaviness in every school, you profit but they steady losing
So if this what you bumping to
My friend, I just got one question for you

Tell me why you sitting in darkness?
Listening to all this belligerent garbage?
From these fizzling artists penny pinchin' the market
Cause they prohibit God when they spit to these lost men
Hiding behind the mask of attention they lost when
Their daddy left and lied and said he'd be visiting often
Now they grow up mad banging their fist in their palm
Picturing guns 'til it manifests and fits in their palm
Am I hitting my target?
Let me make it more clear for those who missing binoculars
I'm talking about different artists
Who mention that often that
They resemble a god while attempting to mock Him
All of ya'll living off of what Biggie and 'Pac did
Might be making a dollar but you missing a conscience
(This Christian is wrong to put this in a song)
But this isn't a diss, no it isn't at all
Simply diminishing all these little men mimicking God
If He came down right now then they would tremble and fall quick
Start gripping their wallets and kissing their daughters
I'mma keep rippin' em' 'til I take a dip in my coffin
You think it's for me, please, I don't need your attention
I'ma speak free 'til your demons are flinchin'
You can bleep, bleep mother bleep what I'm spittin' til you
Feel a deep need to proceed to repentance
'Til Chief Keef's on his knees in the kitchen
To seek peace and to plead for redemption
'Til these heathens are free from addiction
Throwing your CD in the sea to the fishes
If you receive, Jesus relieves your perdition
Disagree? Tweet me I'll grieve the decision
I was sent to decrease the diseases you've written
Cause Elohim sees everything that you mention
I seek heat on these beats with a vengeance
My feet bleed cause I'm deep in the trenches
To these people that think I'm pretentious
Who need me to appease the religious
Believe me I don't need any mentions
I preach peace in the streets of exemption
I keep breathin' to reach the defenseless
Cause King Jesus redeemed my existence