Lyrics The sermon Fred The Godson

The sermon

Let me warn you, I want you to follow
Because no matter what you always think you might know
We will always be one step, three steps, seven steps ahead of you
And just when you think you're catching up, that's when we'll be right behind you
And at no time will you be anywhere other than
Exactly where I want you to be
So come close, get all over me;
Because the closer you think you are,
The less you'll actually see

I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like God's Bible
He never did none nobody,
But them boss shot 'em
That's how to cook you proper
Ah, I just had to cook you proper

A play World while listening to India
Eye rear, Frank got it from the jungle
When India (???)
I don;t act the way all men act
Words do, get an almanac,
And my swears is all that's that
Anything talking 'bout money,
I've got my arms in that
Arms are clappin'
Where yo uncle and yo aunts at?
I get 'em crack black opposite
Black ops shit, spinning stuff around
It's black opposite
Balls slow, I took it there, silenced 'em
Got no swag, you a con roe, whoopie yeah
Got your girl on the roof, is she a looker?
Got clips, if you wanna act malice I'mma push her

I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like God's Bible
He never did none nobody,
But them boss shot 'em
That's how to cook you proper
Ah, I just had to cook you proper
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like God's Bible
He never did none nobody,
But them boss shot 'em
That's how to cook you proper
Ah, I just had to cook you proper

TV, NFL, gimme space like Venus
The Mac10 is here. Venus
Notice I said tennis, I ain't judgin' you
But you can feel my balnea symptoms
They told me to losse some weight,
Discriminate on my image
So when I Pop eye, I won't be needin' yo spinach
I'm on the block, I will hit you back when I'm finish
Hope it's all there, i ain't count it like (???)
Remember fav left? Left green, bay sit
Throuw this cheese far left and get this green basic
I need the bloc, violate me, got to go
Hammer spit, banana clips, stuff his face wit some glochemocho(?)

I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like God's Bible
He never did none nobody,
But them boss shot 'em
That's how to cook you proper
Ah, I just had to cook you proper
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like God's Bible
He never did none nobody,
But them boss shot 'em
That's how to cook you proper
Ah, I just had to cook you proper