Paroles de Life of god

Jonathan Emile

pochette album Life of god
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(verse 1)
The most talented mother fu**er without a record deal
Achilles heel
With the black soul
And this music black gold taken to whole different level
I never settled for pushing the heavy metal or peddling
Keep is conscious until i'm a skeleton
I could care less about your rhymes dog your soul is gelatin
And i spit knowledge like fire right through the receivers
I'm speaking equally to atheists and to believers
The only rap mother fu**er to have beef with adidas
My crew is sleeping on me like the second coming of jesus
And i'm grinding like a whore or a fiend is
Cause i'm horribly fiendish
And don't want desire son i need this
Is four hundred years of revolution that are waiting to be seen
High class low lives white collar collared green
Now a days this is where we place our faith against these odds...the
Life of god.

(verse 2)
Chemo had my skin black as a panther
Arm up blast back like a panther
I spoke to my my grandmother
And she told me faith was the answer
So jesus i walk with the swagger of a carpenter
It's my lord mindpeacelove and mic chord
I never asked but i'll bask in the glory
Cause this is not boasting
This is my story
This is real
It's jonathan emile mtl
Chasing heaven
Been through hell
And i ain't going back
So as long as i rap
I'm a do the opposite of erasing just
Right... write right. all right.
Fight all day make love all night
Life's too short i bring church to your ipod
Life of god.

(verse 3)
A man is his actions, but that's really its only a fraction
Your limited by your image
But what else could we judge you by
Burgers and fries corporate lies
I live by my word, i'll die by my word
I'll rock with my flock and then i'll die by my herd
Its a curse this rap sh*t
The end is always tragic
Played out or fade out
Shot out of existence
Persistence is a quality
Talent is a tool
I use it for change and not in vain fools
I could care less if you think i'm the illest
I know what my skill is
I know i'm the realest
I could give a fu**k if you feel this
Got a dream to fulfill it
Get it hot like a skillet
What is it the mindpeacelove
Push comes to shove whack brothers back
Spit facts like maniacs under oppression
A testament a lesson
And this is purposeful progression
Life of god. god.

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