The GetBack Lyrics

I don't know why they keep playing with me like I don't do this man

White Jesus Two

Once again we back at it

Red Letter Gang

Martyr Mafia

Hear dat

Ain't for no secrets, so I got a confession, sixteen-eighty nine

This right here that viewers discretion I'm bout to handle mine

Ain't never been the type to sit blindly waiting on random signs

I just move, and if he gets the Glory, then we both align

True Christ bangin' if you lost you better pick a side

Trynna' fish for men and tell them they got bigger fish to fry

If they don't figure out to die is gain when you with Adonai

Funny how that boy was just alive, we seen him die online

I see the problem in you

You be playing games but see these shooters ain't gon' argue with you

They ain't back and forth through SMS, they bout to walk it to you

Catch you while you getting food and (BOW) a couple hollows hit you

Brains on the dollar menu

Cappin' in his instrumentals, selling kids the lie

You can't be touched if you just move official. Most his homies fried

Talkin' rowdy on his records like he ain't afraid to die

Catch him sober in the PM I bet Christ is on his mind

That's just real talk

I be with Martyrs going through real walks

Struggling each step that they staggering, yet they still march

I be with the Saints like they practicing in the backyard

Who's focused on the race like the last lap in a Nascar

Never will my squad renounce

I was trying to dumb it down

But this ain't for the streets, so you gon' eat it how I cook it pal

Tell them boys to simmer down

You ain't really from the wild

Everybody woke but I can't sleep because they snoring loud

The game missing the game shifter, the soul lifter

Standing in his presence you cold dinner, your soul shiver

There's no figure that resembles, it's that simple

And he tore the veil and destroys temples and rebuilds them

I'm John Calvin with gangstas inside my reformation

Spinning blocks on satan, while they worry bout' predestination

I'm from the block where my disciples do it for the nation

Larry Hoover bangin' trynna tell em' only Christ can save em

Not being melanated

What else

Or duplicating hatred

What else

No Cheif administration

What else

No spiritual sedation

What else

Pro-black organizations

What else

No consciousness awakening

What else

Civil Rights legislations

What else

Ancestors through relations

Only the big blood who died on that treetop

And he ain't only die for the set, he did it for his opps

They saying Jesus ain't white, I told em' probably not

But his own kind got him killed so what we really got

It's for the Jew to the Greek, from the bottom to top

The Dalit Caste in India to wealthy American blocks

I'll probably never be major and it's Glory to God

I ain't trynna' spoil em' I'm reloaded. It's time for the rod