Godly Sins
Luke 6:34-36: "And if ye lend to them of whom ye hope to receive, what thank have ye? for sinners also lend to sinners, to receive as much again. But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil."
Story behind the song
i felt animosity for a few people, but then again it is almost christmas time, so i will nicely say where i stand....
Armor
Lyrics
The Game is mine
Spit to shyne like turpentine
Fuck brandish a nine
Brandish hard times in the past of my life
Now wit ah trying to keep things right
Dedication in spite
Lustful strife,
Peace to my fam that got caught up in street life
Love to one and all put that on the vinyl might
If you ask me how im doing I’ll say aight
Especially wit chicks like Liana and Mai by my side
Holding me tight, I love yall broads,
Put it down at night,
Give me site beyond site blessings is light
But I still got game to pass ova this beat tonight
So back on point like targets and sites
I snipe this game for a title held by a fake man
Hold the Gold like fleece its in my eye span
It must be in the shoes and the hands
I run laps around 16 tracks faster than bills counted by greenspan
Growing up I use to play Atari, learning hand eye coordination
Now I play station on that ass like kessen
Pullin off more collaboration than tag tekken
You feel my flows now wait till you feel my signed essence
Take it as a lesson
My dreams are high
expectation like pregnancy on time
Before I stop the game im gonna be high
Or die for fallin short of the heavenly fathers eye
Do I deserve, hold the nerve, stand the curb,
Take the number and await my turn
Badboy of the future, racking demo fakes like lex luther
Superman on a mix tape, recruit my plates
And when im done eating the game, ill hold my own weight
Just be sure to cop the bait, name engraved on stones
Recording my release date,
God Rest all of those that would stand in my way, the lesser
God Armor sand all yall niggaz man like black and decker
Im the maker of the new age flow, the vacator,
I show up on so many titles they call me Christian slater
I shake off moisture in the park like anita baker
Willius bond call me Moonraker
Ah the shot maker God Sinnings is in the Finale
We can take it to the back alley
Wit beat from trash cans lids and cops rens
Ill still shyne on flow like barrington
Just tell me where to aim it son,
Gold and bronze flows summons
Leviathon to wash out enemies on both post
I let the blood inside of me go
As long as I can still flow wit my ghost
still damnus like notra, its gonna cost ya
There’s riches in the frame carry orbs like oistures
Keep my composure, toke ya,
Smoke blunts till I get stoked cuz
I know now Me and Ah the best in the game
Yall just boastaz
You want help then here’s a project voucher
Go get some food to stuff ya mouth up
Go touch the couch up
It’s the closest thing to a titty you can suck on
My rhyme flows too potant,
Sick like motion, second son like goten
One word describes it all Ocean,
75 percent of the game wit some lil landmasses
Just let me get age under my belt God’s showing our asses
Hook 1
Playing this game right cuz it aint for children
Try to showcase my talents but niggaz is hatin
I got one mind and it feeds this one line
Fuck yall niggaz that think Godly Sins wont shyne
I know you think that we aint till the end of time
Quit like mike twice and still uphold the shrine
Ah and Armor we In fo da Time
Da masters of ceremony biblical Rhymes
Hook 2
We gon show our ass this is just a cheek on the beat
Yall niggaz missing holidays if fucking wit me
I know I got a long road to travel just wait and see
Only god knows what he has in store for me
All yall that think you damaging me
You aint got the manpower to step to me
2 years carry chains and Donell where I wanna be
Yall must be crazy stepping to G.S. and Me
