Gospel Rap - Marco Polo, Malcolm, Martin

We ‘bout to go to church, I know you hear the organ chords

You preaching to the choir in the chapel corridor

Lord forgive me for all the shit I done before

My coordinates have turned me to a carnivore

That little hottie you got ain’t no Coretta Scott

A little fed time pass, I bet them letters stop

But niggas never gon' change, just like the leopard’s spots

I got a flow that stay flooded as when the levees dropped

So all my lyrics is possessed with the spirits

Of children that couldn’t make it, God damn I know you hear it

When the shot clear out and the echoes go

Kids playing with techs, no Tecmo Bowl

Big cousin got murdered, big brother got a life bid

Cancer took my father from me, this is how my life is

Playing Smokey Robinson and waiting for the miracles

Looking in the mirror with a mind full of spirituals

My God!

No gossip, this is that gospel rap

Resurrect on the track, now the gods are back

Somebody pray for me, because the devil’s trying to get me

Just pray for me, because the devil’s trying to get me

This is tarantula rap, on the hammer crack

But no pictures posted, I’m a poet perhaps

I’m walking through the streets where all the toasters is at

Find me anywhere like throwin' the door to the mat

No matter the locale

From New York City to SoCal

New school niggas should slow down

If not, then prepare for the showdown

At any given time it can go down

I walk with the ghost of a panther, the antlers of a devil

Rebel without a cause, pulling strings like Geppeto

Part of my team, too practical to settle

The beat I’ve got a have it like Edo, hello

I am not a soloist, I don’t play the cello

Metal rippin', strayin' through the walls faster than a tempo

I don’t bang unless it’s on instrumentals

You can hear the pain, I wish life was so simple

Ready for any altercation, the pen and the pad is my main squeeze

Lyrics is cold, sometimes I get a brain freeze

I can’t leave, my mind thinking the same schemes

Pedal to the floor, flowin' at the same speed

Can it be I’m a deity of the city streets?

Searching for inner peace, demons seemingly envy me

This is a life that I can’t change

Got to maintain, still staring out the window with the AK

Reading Ezekiel, still I’m keeping my heater close

Puffin' this reefer and prayin' that we don’t overdose

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost trinity

Baptize my words with a cup that’s full of Hennessy

Crusade the streets in a nice rimmed car

During midnight we ride like the Knights Templar

Think smart I do, a disciple I am

This is a leap of faith I take, I man

My brothers and sisters, this evening my service concern.

I want you to,

want you to dig down.

I said I want you to dig … I’m talkin' ‘bout way down.

And then I want you to come up.

Come up, with the paper.

‘Cause I got to have

it.

You know, some of you out there, you say to yourself, you say,

«You got all that money, and you seem to be always beggin'.»

I ain’t beggin'.

I’m just tryin' to relieve you of some of that paper, ‘cause I got to have it