Song | We Still Searching |
Artist | Chief Kamachi |
Album | The Concrete Gospel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage ... | |
I feel like they stealing my soul out here | |
Man, I don't know what they believe in, man | |
Kno'm'sain? | |
We've tried everything | |
Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute | |
Shit, what the ****, kno'm'sain? | |
Must be CREAM | |
Yo I'm from the dunya | |
Where losing life don't mean nothing to ya | |
You still wallowing in my misery | |
Praying for to deliver us | |
Looking at the sky wondering why the angels don't visit me? | |
I've searched for so long, that I slapped the wind crazy | |
Screaming "**** you Lord" | |
Cause mommy dead and you let the state take her babies | |
And I'm starting to think the Church stealing my gravy | |
Is it so? Is it so? | |
Cause if it is than me and you need to rap | |
Cause I done wasted all these years | |
And for you ****ing up a little child's head like that | |
I was searching for something that wasn't there | |
Giving all my love to something that didn't care | |
Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air | |
And the rest of me was here | |
Still searching | |
They say the meek shall inherit the Earth | |
But ain't no goods in my hood | |
And I stroll past a boarded up Church | |
And you expect me to believe that the Lord is at work? | |
Pay tithes, nigga, I ain't gotta dime for that jerk | |
A hungry man don't eat off no Biblical excerpt | |
And he don't pray, he just hope that his vest work | |
In the dunya | |
Where they won't hesitate to tomb ya | |
Don't cope and from aldehyde fume ya | |
You wear your cross, but do it give you power? | |
Look at your environment | |
Your grandmom in Church every Sunday | |
The Preacher pay but she's 75 and can't think about retirement | |
Now put that in your ****ing collection plate | |
Been damn near lost my ****ing mind out here | |
****ing with'chall, man | |
And these ****ing religions, man | |
I'm ****ing God | |
And what the **** you think about that? | |
It's the Mic Messiah! Chief Kamach! | |
Cult Status! Nah'mean! Philadelphia! | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C |
zuo qu : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage ... | |
I feel like they stealing my soul out here | |
Man, I don' t know what they believe in, man | |
Kno' m' sain? | |
We' ve tried everything | |
Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute | |
Shit, what the , kno' m' sain? | |
Must be CREAM | |
Yo I' m from the dunya | |
Where losing life don' t mean nothing to ya | |
You still wallowing in my misery | |
Praying for to deliver us | |
Looking at the sky wondering why the angels don' t visit me? | |
I' ve searched for so long, that I slapped the wind crazy | |
Screaming " you Lord" | |
Cause mommy dead and you let the state take her babies | |
And I' m starting to think the Church stealing my gravy | |
Is it so? Is it so? | |
Cause if it is than me and you need to rap | |
Cause I done wasted all these years | |
And for you ing up a little child' s head like that | |
I was searching for something that wasn' t there | |
Giving all my love to something that didn' t care | |
Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air | |
And the rest of me was here | |
Still searching | |
They say the meek shall inherit the Earth | |
But ain' t no goods in my hood | |
And I stroll past a boarded up Church | |
And you expect me to believe that the Lord is at work? | |
Pay tithes, nigga, I ain' t gotta dime for that jerk | |
A hungry man don' t eat off no Biblical excerpt | |
And he don' t pray, he just hope that his vest work | |
In the dunya | |
Where they won' t hesitate to tomb ya | |
Don' t cope and from aldehyde fume ya | |
You wear your cross, but do it give you power? | |
Look at your environment | |
Your grandmom in Church every Sunday | |
The Preacher pay but she' s 75 and can' t think about retirement | |
Now put that in your ing collection plate | |
Been damn near lost my ing mind out here | |
ing with' chall, man | |
And these ing religions, man | |
I' m ing God | |
And what the you think about that? | |
It' s the Mic Messiah! Chief Kamach! | |
Cult Status! Nah' mean! Philadelphia! | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C |
zuò qǔ : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage ... | |
I feel like they stealing my soul out here | |
Man, I don' t know what they believe in, man | |
Kno' m' sain? | |
We' ve tried everything | |
Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute | |
Shit, what the , kno' m' sain? | |
Must be CREAM | |
Yo I' m from the dunya | |
Where losing life don' t mean nothing to ya | |
You still wallowing in my misery | |
Praying for to deliver us | |
Looking at the sky wondering why the angels don' t visit me? | |
I' ve searched for so long, that I slapped the wind crazy | |
Screaming " you Lord" | |
Cause mommy dead and you let the state take her babies | |
And I' m starting to think the Church stealing my gravy | |
Is it so? Is it so? | |
Cause if it is than me and you need to rap | |
Cause I done wasted all these years | |
And for you ing up a little child' s head like that | |
I was searching for something that wasn' t there | |
Giving all my love to something that didn' t care | |
Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air | |
And the rest of me was here | |
Still searching | |
They say the meek shall inherit the Earth | |
But ain' t no goods in my hood | |
And I stroll past a boarded up Church | |
And you expect me to believe that the Lord is at work? | |
Pay tithes, nigga, I ain' t gotta dime for that jerk | |
A hungry man don' t eat off no Biblical excerpt | |
And he don' t pray, he just hope that his vest work | |
In the dunya | |
Where they won' t hesitate to tomb ya | |
Don' t cope and from aldehyde fume ya | |
You wear your cross, but do it give you power? | |
Look at your environment | |
Your grandmom in Church every Sunday | |
The Preacher pay but she' s 75 and can' t think about retirement | |
Now put that in your ing collection plate | |
Been damn near lost my ing mind out here | |
ing with' chall, man | |
And these ing religions, man | |
I' m ing God | |
And what the you think about that? | |
It' s the Mic Messiah! Chief Kamach! | |
Cult Status! Nah' mean! Philadelphia! | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C | |
Kamachi! G O D | |
Messiah! on the M I C |