Freestyle Jesus Songtext
von Harry Mack
Freestyle Jesus Songtext
Ah, ah
Okay, ah, okay, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, hey, come on, hey
Come on, hey, come on
I′m just gonna wait for the drums to drop
You know, hey
Listen, listen, listen, come on
Turn up, turn up, turn up
I said, they are gonna repeat this, ah
I felt the industry gon' need this, ah
These rappers askin′ for my secret, ah
They know I'm holy just like Jesus, uh
When they hear him spit up off the top, they say, "Hey, he's just nice"
When rappers see me comin′, they be screamin′ "Jesus Christ!"
You slept through me, you take the loss, to the mo'fuckin′ boss
I said these rappers got me feelin' like Jesus, they got me crossed, come on
They always off, you know this shit is vital
I write it in my rhyme book, that feels like the Holy Bible
AKA I′m writing holy verses now, let me disperse these curses
I'ma hit these rappers so swiftly, no one can diss me
You′re witty, the one that go overhead like your bandana
Put it round and rap about it, I'm the room scanner
Ayy (yo) I'ma about to bring the rare force in
Ayo, I′m flyin′ overhead like I'm in Air Force One
I said I′m rappin' for the resident, summer skills are evident
Flying Air Force One, got me feeling like the president
But this time that we impeach, ′cause that man don't never reach
Out to people strugglin′, I find this is your problem
About to break it down, yeah, I know that am fly
Like the 747 when I take to the sky, come on
Uh, I stay loud, lyrically, I stay proud
I'ma turn and rep the sky, into a bunch of gray clouds, uh
Check up the weather, the storm
When I be rhyming, go against the norm
Y'all know I′m reppin′, I'm ′bout to perform
Feelin' my chest back like it′s a horn
Show you my home and I fall for the other B, doing my thing, he be wavin' his hands
When he be comin′ deliberate like other the top, let's just call me the craziest man
Come on, I do this for my people, Lord Omegle, yeah
I'ma break it down, I′m ready for this sequel, let′s go
Pour some liquor every time I'm getting busy
Got to represent, spinnin′ 'round and ′round until he's dizzy, let′s go
Okay, ah, okay, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, hey, come on, hey
Come on, hey, come on
I′m just gonna wait for the drums to drop
You know, hey
Listen, listen, listen, come on
Turn up, turn up, turn up
I said, they are gonna repeat this, ah
I felt the industry gon' need this, ah
These rappers askin′ for my secret, ah
They know I'm holy just like Jesus, uh
When they hear him spit up off the top, they say, "Hey, he's just nice"
When rappers see me comin′, they be screamin′ "Jesus Christ!"
You slept through me, you take the loss, to the mo'fuckin′ boss
I said these rappers got me feelin' like Jesus, they got me crossed, come on
They always off, you know this shit is vital
I write it in my rhyme book, that feels like the Holy Bible
AKA I′m writing holy verses now, let me disperse these curses
I'ma hit these rappers so swiftly, no one can diss me
You′re witty, the one that go overhead like your bandana
Put it round and rap about it, I'm the room scanner
Ayy (yo) I'ma about to bring the rare force in
Ayo, I′m flyin′ overhead like I'm in Air Force One
I said I′m rappin' for the resident, summer skills are evident
Flying Air Force One, got me feeling like the president
But this time that we impeach, ′cause that man don't never reach
Out to people strugglin′, I find this is your problem
About to break it down, yeah, I know that am fly
Like the 747 when I take to the sky, come on
Uh, I stay loud, lyrically, I stay proud
I'ma turn and rep the sky, into a bunch of gray clouds, uh
Check up the weather, the storm
When I be rhyming, go against the norm
Y'all know I′m reppin′, I'm ′bout to perform
Feelin' my chest back like it′s a horn
Show you my home and I fall for the other B, doing my thing, he be wavin' his hands
When he be comin′ deliberate like other the top, let's just call me the craziest man
Come on, I do this for my people, Lord Omegle, yeah
I'ma break it down, I′m ready for this sequel, let′s go
Pour some liquor every time I'm getting busy
Got to represent, spinnin′ 'round and ′round until he's dizzy, let′s go
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