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I know y'all miss me
I had all my parts finished
For this record, but I guess our timing didn't work out
But this is for you
This is for them
And right here, this is for us
You can question my intentions, but the fact still remains
I've been called in this game, where bass is fully loaded
Composing a symphony of change, a dollar short on time
My watch is broke, but I put hands to the sky
And let the sun rays fill my fingertips
Palm to palm is what I fill my rhythms with
Every word is brought to me before I write the song
See me with secular cats and say I'm livin' wrong
Instead of offering up a handshake, you gave me a pancake
Turned up your nose, walked away with a mad face
Couldn't wait to tap them keys, tell cats what you seen
Said perform was unsaved, them C's, it didn't preach
Yeah, but I'ma pray for all of y'all
That got me in trouble
God opened your eyes, revealed the truth to you
And dead those lies
I heard the he say, she say, that message getting known
You said hip-hop was a sin, but not if you wear the clothes
Secular artists get saved, we treat them like they was God
I just wanted to say peace, but couldn't get through his entourage
I guess it's this ministry, it doesn't have ministry
Kinda like a beautiful forest, minus trees
So please put them stones down or come out to the block
This is where I'll be at until the sky gets cracked
Seth's static, yeah, I'm out to cause mayhem
Christ chose twelve
A new one of them will betray him
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, y'all
P.J. Katz underneath
Finalarts.net, boy
518 representative
Seth's static
Good point, man
Tunnel rats
Deep Space Five
Oh, bully
What?
Nah, I ain't angry
Definitely focused, though
Come see me