Текст песни Murder Swag - Pro

Yeah, see it's a couple people wonderin' man
Since I done switched the style up, if I'ma be aggressive enough or if I'ma have enough swag
I think our perspective is a little bit loose on what this rap thing is about
So I'ma go ahead and get the ratchet and tighten it up right quick
Holla at me

[Verse 1]
Now what I look like carin' if anybody feelin' me?
I'm tryna show you truth like I took you to epiphany
If me killin' pride means I lose half of my fan base
Adios you probably wasn't wit me in the first place
I tryna win a tough race, pursuin' God on my face
You worried 'bout what kind of punch lines I'm 'bout to make
Look, I am not a monkey for your entertainment
Buy a puppy if you lookin' for something that you can play with
I'm on my grind tryna showcase the divine
Prayin' that the Spirit file for renewing of our mind
So I roll down my window as I'm bumpin that
Posted with some urban missionaries, what up B Gizzle
I was shown pride's an enemy of the King
So I asked the Lord to break me like a fight with Jet Li
The title of your favorite rapper – keep it, I don't want it
'Cause promo isn't promo unless the Lord's being promote

[Hook]
I'm on a mission tryna show the world the Lord comin' back
So I ... had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag
Yeah I switched the style up but no you not feelin that
But I ... had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag
You say you rappin' for the streets but they still thinking you wack
So I ... had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag
'Cause real recognize real, that's why they not feelin' that
So we ... had to murder swag, had to, had to murder swag

[Verse 2]
Now try to tell me that swag ain't pride
It's 'bout makin' us look better while we put it in our rhymes
And we say that it's for Christ, but that ain't Christ-like 'cause
He came in a manger, you braggin' about ice (wait)
That's why the Jews didn't accept Him as is
'Cause he came as a servant, they wanted the iron fist
With chariots of fire but he gave 'em humility
I think that there's a lesson can be learned here for you and me
We are not to dress him up but show people he lives
Don't care if you think he cool, God is who he is
Anything else is phony, if he ain't portrayed as holy
And he ain't runnin your life pimpin', Jesus not ya homie
So take the gold chains off and put the crown of thorns back
Quit braggin' bout the benefits, tell 'em that the King back
I mean that, I'ma bleed rap
Replace it with blood of the Christ, he want his seat back

[Hook]