Letra de Imitation Of Christ
Jesus, oh Jesus
You are my saviour
And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter?
You are my saviour
And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter?
You are my savior
Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know
I'm living three dreams
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw, man, you sold your soul
Nah, man, mad people was frontin'
Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin'
Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like, "There the God go, in his Murcielago"
From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
Forty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a week
Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter?
You are my savior
Now I was havin chocolate cake and sevian
She said, I ain't no groupie don't get me wrong
But me and my girls wanna get it on
Then I just looked up like she said it wrong
I say bitch don't you know they call me Metatron?
Now I know what you thinkin you should let it go
Let alone, my body's made of metal bones
This played out in my mind a long time ago
She said okay um uh, oh but I got a pound of dro
In the hills we all take pills
We even have designer drugs like strawberry sniff
Strawberry coke? Said yes, I said chill
I don't touch white lines, not even parking my wheels
Bitch you plastic your girls is plastic
Ain't it hot out here? The sun don't melt yall asses?
The place you bought your nose, they showed you a book right?
But when you have a baby what the fuck it gon look like?
And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter?
You are my savior
No break, all wake
Little mayhem for your All-State, nay ham, all steak
Get a good ball great like a golf grade
Make the ball break
Just one swing, no putting
That's how I try 'n does things, always
Especially when your past is
Martin, Baldwin, Audubon Ballroom
Turn the glass ceiling to a glass floor
Make a trampoline out of trapdoor
On that gasoline when I was back poor
Loudly crafted out my dream underneath a tap floor
Backpack battle-cat underground rap lore
Anonymous but dominant -- what's a Mac to a hacker?
In other words, we lyrical Zuckerbergs
Pimp you may move a mouse, but what's a rat to a cat store
It's like a gig to an app store
I rap Black history, you can only see my past if you fast forward
Jesus, oh Jesus
You are my saviour
And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter?
You are my savior
Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know
I'm living three dreams
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw, man, you sold your soul
Nah, man, mad people was frontin'
Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin'
Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like, "There the God go, in his Murcielago"
From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
Forty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a week
Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter?
You are my savior
Now I was havin chocolate cake and sevian
She said, I ain't no groupie don't get me wrong
But me and my girls wanna get it on
Then I just looked up like she said it wrong
I say bitch don't you know they call me Metatron?
Now I know what you thinkin you should let it go
Let alone, my body's made of metal bones
This played out in my mind a long time ago
She said okay um uh, oh but I got a pound of dro
In the hills we all take pills
We even have designer drugs like strawberry sniff
Strawberry coke? Said yes, I said chill
I don't touch white lines, not even parking my wheels
Bitch you plastic your girls is plastic
Ain't it hot out here? The sun don't melt yall asses?
The place you bought your nose, they showed you a book right?
But when you have a baby what the fuck it gon look like?
And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter?
You are my savior
No break, all wake
Little mayhem for your All-State, nay ham, all steak
Get a good ball great like a golf grade
Make the ball break
Just one swing, no putting
That's how I try 'n does things, always
Especially when your past is
Martin, Baldwin, Audubon Ballroom
Turn the glass ceiling to a glass floor
Make a trampoline out of trapdoor
On that gasoline when I was back poor
Loudly crafted out my dream underneath a tap floor
Backpack battle-cat underground rap lore
Anonymous but dominant -- what's a Mac to a hacker?
In other words, we lyrical Zuckerbergs
Pimp you may move a mouse, but what's a rat to a cat store
It's like a gig to an app store
I rap Black history, you can only see my past if you fast forward
Jesus, oh Jesus
You are my saviour
And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter?
You are my savior
