Seven Angels (Original Version)
I was CONVICTED to my knees the day I wrote this. I gave my life to Christ that hour. I saw 7 Angels in REVELATION two months later.
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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
I can't even put it into words the experience I had that day. All I can say is listen to the track.
Lyrics
Seven Angels
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by Diego for A.S.A.P.
[CHORUS]
Seven angels came up in here
Up in here, up in here, up in heeeeeeere!
You betta get’cha pray on my man ah
My man ah, my man ah, my maaaaaan!
You got eleven days ta prepare ta
Prepare ta, prepare ta, prepaaaaaare!
It ain’t no other place but up there
But up there, but up there, but up there!
[VERSE 1]
Look around, big bras on a big Benz.
Big broads on da stick, want it raw
And they dirty as a pig pen.
Big Benjameeeenz! Once friends,
Now they dividends hangin’ on they ends
So they enemies.
And what percentage is you lendin’ me?
Get a pen, work it out.
Sell your soul as a memory.
‘Memba me? December we...
Rode it out in the back of da U-Haul
In Tennessee.
Center Street, ahhhhhhhhhhh...
I’m a friend of Rebecca’s
Now you might not remember
But we DID meet.
Six months did a numba since I last seen ya.
Puttin’ it up in every rumpa-dumpa
Crack, skeetin’.
Well here I is, H-I-V, I got A.I.D.S.
Like the president,
Bound to take you out
Like a black ninja.
Ain’t no bread ta meeeeee...
Every last member
Of ya family, any class, gender.
They gon’ get it toooooooo.
You can boo-hooooo
Ain’t gonna stop what it is
I’m ‘bout ta do to youuuu.
EWDY-EWWWWWWWW!
To ya peoples now.
That’s right, BOW DOWN!
Better call upon JESUS NOW!
[CHORUS](2x)
[VERSE 2]
So li’l Wayne got merked!
At the hands of ya main man,
Aimin’ at the chain with the name brand.
Better watch where you sprayin’ an-
Li’l Kasha on the mailbox.
STOP ‘FORE YOU SPRAY HER MAN!
Better not be a stain, pham!
Or a block for a block,
We can spark ‘til we layin’ there
As a part of the pavement.
I know we part of the same clan.
WALK WHERE IT’S SAFE LAND!
A pine box how they make grands.
One shot get ‘em twenty-five a pop
For you layin’ there.
And it’s hot by the mayhem.
The ball park sponsored by the morgue man
‘Cuz he’s paid, man.
Tied down to the garbage and the filth.
CHECK!
What a kid’ll do for a nipple full of milk next.
And unless you done spilt text...
YOU AIN’T EVER GONNA KNOW
‘Til your spirit gets filled next!
[CHORUS](2x)
