Pastor Tigallo - Phonte

Uh, yeah, listen

I want you to come on in

No matter who you are, just come on in

Saints and ain’ts

No matter where you are in your walkin' life, just come on in

Bring your ass to church, Tigallo, Tigallo

They love it when I talk my shit again

Pastor Tigallo, rap game Benny Hinn

I wanna be chill but can’t afford to be still

I need a refill, greens, bills, dividends

So pull it outcha pocket, dollar bills, twenty twens

I show out, cause I know doubt

Just like the phrase «then again?»

This is prosperity rap shit for people

Who be dreamin' of Saks Fifth but pockets on CitiTrends

You wack niggas who deny y’all wackness

Is like Black niggas who deny they Blackness

And say wack shit like «I ain’t Black bitch, my daddy Dominican»

Close your eyes and envision a flow that can’t be imprisoned

My shit’ll break outta any pen

I used to think these hoes fine, now these hoes mine

And I’m singing to 'em like Rin and Tin

Chuuch!

Everybody has a time when they’re in need

And if ya need a healing then let it get into you

Let it get into you

I’m a man, I’m a black citizen

On a stand with a magnificent

Plan to act niggerish to a tee like a black Jack Nicklaus

Or EST the acknicklous, do ya rap diligence

Do ya backpack, trap rap and ya Dilla shit

I’ma be a gentleman

And show you sentimental niggas what the fundamentals is

And walk off with two white hoes like black militants

Take me to the king, nah nigga, take me to the dealership

Then take me to a doctor for pills because I’m ill-equipped

To deal with a subliminal diss, it ain’t real beef

It’s Kibbles 'n Bits, what I do with these bars is criminal

It’s not a game

So y’all can miss me with that new nigga millennial shit

I ain’t heard of that murder rap game Cyrano de Bergerac

From Tigallo still the livest nigga in your cul-de-sac

Sing it, Booty, sing it, Booty!

Everybody has a time when they’re in need

And if ya need a healing then let it get into you

Let it get into you

Let it get into you (Let it get into you)

Onstage, I’m a monster

In Paris, I am «Monsieur»

But when I step off, still I’m unsure

With no reverb, it deserves an encore

My grandma askin', «What you cussin' all the time for?»

It’s for the family, nah it’s for my sanity

Handily stayin' true to myself, outta the concourse

Cause niggas is comedy, shit is Flight of the Conchords

It was a late night and I was set

On a drive down 85, wonderin' why the best

Ideas only come to me when I’m alone or I’m depressed

Whatever happens to a rhyme deferred?

4 bars at a loss for words, hoping that I find the rest

It’s like a wound that never heals, a void that never fills

And I’m thinkin', is it by design or by request?

I really oughta take some time to rest, this can’t be healthy

Maybe I’m possessed, maybe I’m a mess

Man in the High Castle takin' out a Minor Threat

With one stroke of a pen, sippin' on Hen', sittin' behind a desk

Why is it niggas only thrive in a time of stress?

Call it a benediction or divine intervention

I can’t remember when the bars turned into a sentence

I’m not the man that I intend to be

Pastor came to give you life but this life is killing me

(Everybod, everybody) Everybody has a time when they’re in need

And if ya need a healing then let it get into you

Let it get into you

With the untimely death of Hip-Hop legends

Combat Jack, Prodigy, Phife from Tribe Called Quest

Have been even more focus on enlightening

Both black men and women

On how to take better care of themselves