If God Was Standin' Right There (feat. Da Truth)
This is a song for all the knuckleheads-for-nothing out there. Listen up. Produced by Gio indeed.
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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
8/20/06 This is a song for all the knuckleheads-for-nothing out there. Listen up. Produced by Gio indeed.
Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
I tell you what...
If God was standing right there would you ever busted off like you never even cared
In the gusto of strays that you really didn’t spare none of
All of which took the souls on the stairs in front of...
Javier and tiny Tyrone but they little cousin Sam, one shell sent him home
To each his own, go’on put’cha head in the clear
But if Jesus was here would you ever went there? That’s the question...
Filled with the principals of fear
Other forms like stress, jealousy or out of sheer
Unbelief that’s based on requests you can’t hear or see when they happen.
And that, you can’t feel.
‘Cuz the way education done conditioned how you ail
& the way hood tradition prepositions what’s real,
Who’s ill, what’s fails should petition you to kill.
But if God was standin’ there, would you ever had peeled?
Cop a squat monfrier and let’s do the deal
Politik wit me a second ‘bout the fate you ‘bout ta seal.
For yourself and the victims of that hole in your steel.
When the powder meets fist at the click of ya heels.
Don Dada over there....he ain’t that real cuz he don’t know God
Any minute he could keel over.
s’too sincere what I’m tellin’ you my man that you tunin out the stereo
See you over there...
[VERSE 2]
Point twenty O-Five section seven, seven, seven
In da ride with my bredren, clones of the norm
Dark vibes, not to mention psychological fascism
Quick to tighten up in the front of mere pastors.
I just laught at ‘em, though I probly shouldn’t do it
Cuz they wrapped in equvalent of spiritual manure.
Not thinkin that some of them is fakin’ like you
And the clergymen that’s real can’t see right through
Who you are what you do and who you do it to
But the fact that remains is you serve as my proof.
Want the real? Well I’mma give you real ‘til it hurts.
If God was standin’ there you wouldn’t rap with a single curse
Be repulsed by the lack of support in ya verse.
Ya Father wouldn’t catch you stealin’ cash out ya mother’s purse.
You not that loco.
You wouldn’t even clap back at the popo wit’cha rat pack & a Eagle
f’they attacked you & ya ho-ho
Oh no-no, stop tryna front for whoever
Cuz that kinda action get you popped in ya leather.
[CHORUS]
Ahhh man, If God was standin right there.
Ahhh MAN, If God was standin right THERE?
Ahhh man, If God was standin right there.
Would you ever take me out for the cream & the dare?
Stop playin’ wit’cha life for the gleam & the flair.
Do you ever stop & think about the beings in the air?
Do you ever give thought to what’sseen, when & where?
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