Think about what's going on around the world. This one's about the apostacy that is upon us.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
Just listen to it and you'll be able to see the danger.
Lyrics
Able Danger
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by G-Wizz
[VERSE 1]
Able danger!
Guerillas in the midst of us. ANGER!
Stranger in ya bedroom. Explosives in the manger.
See It might seem,
Random to your convoluded logic but apostacy’s upon us
And the army can’t stop it.
Unhinged, tryna win souls over sin,
Is like tryna win a war with a bat & a syringe
So never do...preach that easy believism.
It’s easy fasheezy when ya breathe by the theism.
She is & he isn’t. S’let ‘em be & he'll get it.
But it can’t be eased by religion
On the real –
The Way Of the Master is to swell the population of heaven
Creatin’ vacancies in hell.
But you, split down the middle with decision.
Givin' all the praise to lifeless figures and it figures!
True how they love what they do. And it do.
What it 'pose to do, leavin' ‘em unplugged from Jesus.
Today’s word vanity synonymous definition insanity.
Granted by the grapevine. Distribution humanity.
Dead end pro-choice perish campaign Hell-of-fame
Different aliases, same name.
Might as well go ahead & eat spaghetti stained cellophane.
You could get bitter or you could get better it’s whatever maaiyn!
[CHORUS]
So what!!!
Focus on ya folks & stuff
Stop moping over broken stuff.
Not lyin’ when I said that’s enough as I poked a puff.
Now I’m done wit the tokes & WHAT!
Ask Loc where I been in dat boat wit the floats & gusts
Gotta live ‘til He yoke us up
No coke, no cuffs, no joke I just quote the stuff.
God wrote it through my hope & trust. YUP!
[VERSE 2]
She chase the cogniac, hour after hour with the older jacks.
Jazzy as Thelonius, runnin’ from the zodiac.
Mazzeroth...
Congratulations baby. Mozletov!
Slapped me with the green gold,
It’s gravy when the bottles pop. You got ‘em star.
Your overtones got ‘em startled, ma.
They love to gasoline fight, and pose up for the papparaz-
Funny cars...
The way they hold you in their cuddly arms
Grease mark the headrest. Absorb it in ya buttasofts.
Cut ‘em off the plantation half-man, half-Anglo
Half grango & moreno speakin’ half spanglo.
Mikey Mango Fandango bema seat, clam Kangol
At the right hand of reason with my man Diego.
I stood the balance beam leanin’ to the lower graph,
Morally bankrupt, facetious with a lowly laugh.
Turn your test into a testimony for everybody.
And turn your mess into a message,
Shoot THAT at the party!
[CHORUS](2x)
