Текст песни Honored - Justus , Illuminate

H O N O R E D
JUSTUS-
H -O- G Ok Ok.
H yah.
O uh
G Yah
Yah
I spent the heat to the peak then I perspire
throw some water on it doggon it this is fire!
My team got it poppin for Jehovah Sire
Got the Hood shouting praises like they singing in a choir
Bring the mission to the block where they retire
Square kids like spare ribs entire in mire cuz we fearless
in the mire we like gustavo freeing with the Spirit supplier
Prior to living for the Father we be funking
with the block until the dome was leaking pasta.
Off a zone n some vodka we'd be leaving
brothers buried and they'd never find them Hoffa.
Yah -we redeemed and our Papa be the
King- He is ABBA -He's the whole enchilada.
Uh- take some pheens make em proper we the
clay He's the potter we obey its an honor.
Ya -used to hide the Millie in the sag feel the
chillie in the mag hold the pillies in the bag -uh
Now out the pocket swings a silky purple rag we
burger with verbal swag the colonels eternal brag.
We be the Truth the front liners calling
down the fire from the heavens we Elijahs.
So we can have a battle of the gods- Jehovah
reigns Supreme He's the Captain of the MOB. Yah!
H (honored to be called a disciple)
O (only He breaks the cycle)
G (Go theres a story to tell. $
We the MOB we the ones bring His Glory to hell.
H (honored to be called a disciple)
O (only He breaks the cycle)
G (Go theres a story to tell.)
We the MOB we the ones bring His Glory to hell.
ILLUMINATE—
H-O-G M-O-B put it on G-O-D til I'm R-I-P. Yeah
I'm 10 ten toes down in these streets and Homey we
can get it poppin but I'm praying for peace -riiiiight...
I am ready, willin and able - whether we
layin some hands or we flippin some tables
Baby I'mma rock me a cradle yeah they neva
shoulda let a thoroughbred out of the stable.
Praying for peace but ready for war til
they call me home I'mma settle the score. Huh
But I ain't tryin to yank on the 4 I hit 'em
with the 66 until they call on the Lord. Yeah
We mobbed out haul long the chord when I
identify a life then I'm swinging a sword, yah
I count it an honor to serve Christ If it wasn't
for His Mercy homey, I coulda served life. Yeah
H (honored to be called a disciple)
O (only He breaks the cycle)
G (Go theres a story to tell.)
We the MOB we the ones bring His Glory to hell.
H (honored to be called a disciple)
O (only He breaks the cycle)
G (Go theres a story to tell.)
We the MOB we the ones bring His Glory to hell.
JUSTUS-
Keepin it real as we enter the field ain't no apology
We buildin colonies our bylaws theology
Follow the prodigy- your body is quality following
flawlessly I am honored He involve me in His odessy.
We's pimps, killers, hustlers, straight menance, crips, bloods,
black panthers & white supremists, the blemish.
Now we shinin like a penny clean the grimey like a dentist.
We relying on His presence.
You still see us in the streets, we was thuggin,
no mean muggin now we be lovin, bringing relief when we preach.
So keep judging.
You ain't mobbing -you you ain't moving- you sleep tucked in.
I hear the Father - He is calling me hourly.
Pick up your cross-Count the cost- and follow Me.
All else is obsolete- toss it like some rotten meat.
Mortar for the Father, til I'm gone I will not retreat.
H (honored to be called a disciple)
O (only He breaks the cycle)
G (Go theres a story to tell. $
We the MOB we the ones bring His Glory to hell.
Yah
H (honored to be called a disciple)
O (only He breaks the cycle)
G (Go theres a story to tell. $
We the MOB we the ones bring His Glory to hell.
Yah
Go! theres a story to tell.
We the MOB we the ones bring His Glory to hell. Yah