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Mics Down 


If I hear one more bar about a club or a bar 
Or a chick or a broad or a watch or a car 
I’ll be done with this rap game cause ya’ll not flowing 
More than money to get into heaven but ya’ll cats not knowing 
With the heal of my foot I can bruise a snakes head 
It ain’t fair it’s favor like Bishop Jakes said 
Step in the midst of my storm and tell that to chill 
While cats pop guns for problems ya’ll dudes is ill (Come on now chill) 
Stay in the will of the Lord 
See how many bills go by that you can’t pay for 
How many nice females you meet instead of trifling whores 
How many men we meet instead of dealing with these boys 
How many ties we make instead of starting these wars 
Man we the dynasty, a family of rulers 
Get in the gates with my Timex who needs a Frank Mueller 
And I’m not arrogant that’s just what my Pops told me 
And if I didn’t preach His Gospel my Pops would probably scold me 
I’ll go into war without semis or revolvers 
We were born to win inherited that from our Father 
Lawyer in the court room ultimate problem solver 
Cause we peculiar people a royal priesthood 
Preach the Gospel on blocks, projects, and neighborhoods 
Or either burn in hell but my point is understood 
(CalledOutt…what up?) 
CHORUS 

Put your mics down, these kids don’t need that 
Put your mics down, Holy Scripture, they need that 
Put your mics down, we don’t need your feed back 
Put your mics down, last days the Future (repeat) 

Yo I become all things to all men that I may win some 
The hottest thing hitting the streets since the sun check one 
Beside the Future’s name the future of the game 
You secular rap cat’s is lame and I’m calling your name 
Anyone who is not praising his name 
Or anyone who is opposing his name you cats can get it the same 
And I dare yall to come and get me 
Gods favor will tame that mane 
Front hard Christ will unclog your drain I’m not playing 
Don’t make me aim and spit at your brain 
Don’t make me spit scriptures at your brain 
I spit scripture til your flesh starts to chippin off man 
Genesis to Revelation  bang again and again 
Yall sayin dumb stuff like I can’t win 
Stephen Brown put it the best and I quote “but with Jesus I can” 
You not for us you against us and I hate that man 
Cause God’s sons cannot lose and you cannot win 

Chorus 

Back in the day cats had manners like no and yes ma’am 
Now they walking on the blocks with glocks and techs man 
So you hard alright then partner I guess man 
But you no tougher than the cops or the next man 
Scared to death for your spirit inside I’m vexed man 
Give ya life to Christ in the next second 
Ya’ll know the Messiah the one who sits on the father’s right hand 
That man make up your mind now are you coming or going 
Scripture says blink your eyes won’t no saints be showin 
Defying all gravity laws in heaven and floating 
And if you see my pants sagging it’s cause of the Bible I’m toting 
God is so hot loaf bread cats in a minute you’re toast 
I brag not in my flesh but in my spirit I boast 
Big dudes pushin a point when you should be postin 
Sinner man your lifestyle is bogus 
Walkin around here with satan, at any second your life will be over 
Close your life to the world don’t leave yourself open 
Drownin in this ocean of sin when you should be floatin 
Take this how you will from your brother and your friend 
Pray that you hear it in Jesus name Amen

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