What Now Lyrics

What Now - Bizzle

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We take it way up Higher than NASA off a launch and lift Off into the dark abyss past the stars where the Martians live Never will these archers miss they mark you see the darts we spit Have sharpened tips we aim for the heart and hit what our target is Like an arsonist lighting a match up and then tossing it Onto gasoline we're torching this, homie of course it's lit Like Rick James on Eddie Murphy's couch screaming out 'Darkness is'

We gotta move, Bishop with the burner baby

With no remorse we kick the grime

And in this pond We are shark to fish GOM this is a remix Get a beat, flip, rip it to pieces Get a seat we up winners suite Finna eat We sitting wit Jesus Drop in it for the God risen He alive living in the midst of the people

Try me, and if you're not feeling it

Then bob really, I ain't feeling you either Whether or not you feel it I'm not Forgetting what God has given to me I could be locked up inside, a prison And not get visits or preach God willing ima give them the gospel till I'm not in position to speak You can knock it But I'ma rock with the rock and I'm not missing the beat, listen to me Dog, I was up in Walmart with a scan gun For the canned goods I could rap good, but I did what I could for the fam That's manhood Quit looking for the quick lick Told God if you're not with it I quit this That's when He told me no, you just go and be lit lit I been on the road, doing shows ever since then Tell em what I know Pray they souls they get lifted Messing with the flow but the goal is repentance Never get it twisted Daddy let me loose We gotta move, Bishop with the burner baby We got the juice, they hating on my team Cus we the truth Won't he do it, and we the proof We gon take them way way way Way way way, way way way Way way way up (Way way way up, way way way up) I ain't really with the back talk, homie But you know that ima talk back You ain't pitching you could balk back You ain't got a ride, you can walk back Aye, we need to get the salt back Dark rap make the blackboard And if you ain't teaching from the Most High Lil homie you could get a chalk back Homie I could never go back I was down in the gutter mayne Low low, in a dark place Oh thank God He the Prozac Everybody gotta raise up Knees down, and the prayers up Lock down, homie stay up Tell em all that there's a way up The blood We covered by it Speaking up and everyone is silent If we don't, man y'all confused We be dropping jewels like a drunken pirate Show enough The party's uninvited With the Sunday fire I be praising God with Prolly leaving everyone inspired if They spirit's any higher they would mosh pit We don't really want that, do we? Man I ain't ever cared what the haters say Y'all tripping My sauce dripping Like a winner goes bathed with the Gatorade Flame in the 808 Straight propane, lemme demonstrate Put fire in the beat and do the same Thing Eminem and Jay did in "Renegade" Look up, (Look up!) Man look at what the God cooked up Coulda took us with a beam and a touch But (no) good God that's mean in the clutch Teaming it up With a rough punch and I don't play game like putt putt, (swing) Gotta let God be the gut punch He's running the play like hut hut If you really tryna have a dust up Hunk your pride and recognize we're just us Plus the Mighty Hand of God A rough gust Swinging with your might You'll get your bust up Come hear the kid and get your roughed up Like Paul and Silas Tell em and then cough it, virus Benefit righteous Feeling it Living it Pie us, Bias Daddy let me loose We gotta move, Bishop with the burner baby We got the juice, they hating on my team Cus we the truth Won't he do it, and we the proof We gon take them way way way Way way way, way way way Way way way up (Way way way up, way way way up)