Skyzoo - The Definitive Prayer lyrics

As soon as the drum
Rolls I’m picturing unloads
I’m picturing one show that
Gives them an unclosed
Description of one grown
And witnessing son grown
"That boy good, and to the greats
He the one chose" as soon as the horns lift
I picture the cautious
Becoming beyond it from fear
Of the lost sense
I’m picturing all them that
Said he was awesome
Retracting their talking for
Fear an endorsement
May seal up their coffin, hammer to the nail
Metal to metal but he’s
Just planning to prevail
Ghetto to ghetto they say he
Handle what they rail echo the echoes
And if he handle what they rail
He’s never been settled so if
Your handling is frail
He let go the legos and tell
You "catch ‘em if you will"
You catch like D Will, well and good
Have you riding for your team
Until you find out you traded off
The bottom of your screen
Like "let me find out"
Gave it every line of what I be
Until the time’s out
And this shit is just not what it should be
So every Glock that ever leans and
Every shot that ever leaves
From off the top of where that beam
Is red dotting where you breathe
Is in a box apparently waiting
Out to hear from me
They wait aloud to hear the screams
And they about whatever needs
And their hearing’s well and good so if
They think they heard a call
They tryna hop outta that box and
Make you sing the words along
Serenades warrant hearing aids
Ringing murder ones
Blue and whites move alike if they
Should think they heard a drum
And they justifying justice
Pulling triggers for the cause
I got a big enough applause off
The strength of the allure
Saying this is what it was
Well if this is what becomes
Then I became what they paint
As the picture never hung
I became what they made as a
Glimpse of what was won
The W’s at The W, spilling off the hum
The one to do what they wanna do
In it for the run
’Til the tape’s broke in half and
I’m praised off of laps
Call it A-side B-side, tape broke in half
And my A-side B-side was made to be exact
No 40 dollar replicas but
All of my etcetera’s
Exemplified the inner sides of all
That my forever does
Live or die, get us by, bigger signs
Better runs bigger rides, get inside
Visualize what never comes
Minimized inner highs, Phyllis Hy’, level one
Staring at a page and a
Pill with a heavy tongue
Say that I amaze but I
Still feel forever young
Heavy is the fade that should
Fill that New Era son
Imagine it in front of you
Like packages that wanna move
So much so that they react
Without you running to
So running towards is all that you in it for
All the stones in that crown is
All that it really was
All them stones on the ground is
All that you penning off
From the pitching to the ditching
It's more than they get to pump
So chorus them for the trunk
Meaning sing for the drive
I’m still the peddlers theme
They say I sing for the drive
Now bring in the reprise
And let the beat breathe
I’ll let you comb through the
Poem and what’s beneath these
I’m on my throne
Pewter Foams and the seat reads
That "you should know you alone
Is what the need needs"
So on the low I know the
Code & how to debrief
But on the low I know the
Dough is where belief be
So all of my encouragement
Is pointed on hurrying
’Cause getting it don’t mean that you got it
So we gonn’ hurry this
And get it until each of us got it
You say you listening
I hope that when I speak in these
Pockets you get the gist of it
They open off of me in them
Boxes where they be signaling
Like "we see them a block away
So put all of that stock away!"
I come through, windows off
Still knocking Rae’ the Hilfiger version
And I feel I’m in it's purpose
So I wheeled ‘em where the words is
Pedal to the predicate
For the love of money baby
Decimals is delicate
For the love of money baby
Settling we never did
They can’t fuck with where this effort is
See if I told you everything
I ever wanted to say
You’d either nobel prize me or scurry away
And that nobel prize seat?, I’m one up away
"A Dream Deferred" will chauffeur me
To one of them thangs
Either a plaque or a stat
Or a ribbon that’s attached
To a gold plated Alfred
In-scripted through the back
Homey this shit is a wrap
If you was bitching in the past
The future is more looted
Baby get it how you ask
The truest to walk through it
So whoever yall spewing
To be that guy back slides
I fountain pen baptize
The same shit that I was with
I’m still in that mind
So never mind who on that side