Текст песни Holy Matrimony - Jiggs

It's Holy Matrimony
I vow to honor your worth til I'm ironed on shirts
This life hardened me to the point where I could smother a dove
Through the mist of this shit
You turned me to a sucker for love
Let's take it back a bit
And I hate goin down memory lane
Cuz the same shit that make you cry and laugh
Exist in the same realm
I rang bells on my side as the kid that put all the pride in his raps
Slidin on tracks like brady slide from a sack
Get in my feelins bout you
I dont know what it's like to live without you
Cuz since the cradle this relationship been stable
And I'm thankful, more than greatful that I'm able to convey to you
The way that playas do, make you feel loved and irreplaceable
Uh, not to control ya but uphold ya
I been a soulja for the culture
Slave to the game, embracing the chains
It was, breakin my brain to see lames makin a lane about servin
When i knew kids with body counts that still was virgins
Options lookin kinda bleak
Lil baby or Wilkins they just gotta ball like Dominique
Life feel like the Odyssey
With no direction, that's where I step in
It's my profession to give you blessings
Verbally stressin these niggas all the same
Whoremongers for all the fame
Rappin bout sticks plugs and cartridges like its all a game
And it all is til the wrong kids wanna play with it
The ones that stay with it, And you for get u soft
Do ya lights like stone cold and flick em off

The flicks of the chicks in bras
And tents on expensive cars
And diamonds that's missin flaws
Is niggas cause to risk it all
These tics blood suckin the game
It's like a virus, goin viral for the wrong shit instead of content
Know I'm a blow cuz I'm amazin baby
Confidence weight a ton
Can make a nun wanna make and raise a baby
This shit is potent, Get ya razor baby
Crack rock tracks got traction bubblin
They lovin it, like I'm trappin black tops
Mastered unmasking mascots, dorks in disguise
Damn how it look, It won't get pass em bro, silver ain't platinum
You lacking heart and soul, and hope to replace it with foreign clothes
But that sweater won't get you through these endeavors
Every cell in me that's alive thrive for two eighty five
The opposite of typical, my pen ain't even reach its pinnacle
And before you think to diss this, dip in a shark pit with slit wrist
The flow alien, Shawn Michaels couldn't kick this

So voila, twist up ya zaza to the don dada
Voice of a generation, to be the best, is all I try
Catch flack but won't back track, the world is mine
Down ya spine you can feel the rhyme
Down the line they gon retract like what a time