The Reavers - Believers lyrics

[The Reavers - Believers lyrics]

Let’s wake ‘em up now who’s sleeping to rise?
Widen them eyes and realize the
Deal: starving individuals killed
But what’s real? Maybe the
Truth outside the system
Envisioned inside the word of the only
One true and living: Christ
We’re given life with instructions on how
To use it i improve it
By renewing my mind and put
It to music abuse it?
Never say never even the clever have fallen
One nation under God
Indivisible is the calling in God we trust
Bust as justice went to emergency currently
The trust went from God to the currency
Heard of me? Doesn’t matter heard
Of Him becomes the issue
Your props don’t mean a thing ‘cause
You can’t take it with you
Missed you at the reunion you


In trouble when he’s coming
Like a thief in the night peep
The nation that be bubbling
Wondering about the outcome i doubt
Some will make it through
Every day is the last day for some today
It may be you i wanna die in the arms of
God that’s why we get high
Hold my mother’s hand all the way to the sky
No alibis and lies no goodbyes, and why?
I’d rather live
But I wanna die in the arms of God peace

Label me
Official, nasty, yes the ass you kiss
May it be the last you diss
You passive biss i’ll blast
My piss, a plastic bitch through drasticness
Everyday struggle activist who mastered this
Form of flow with drug connects, thugs that
Bugging, bro
With TECs to spread three ‘gets on shorties’
Necks my lead injects fate and infects
The doves that vex me, especially disre-
-spect me you best be blowing your own horn
Like Gillespie wanting to test me is suicidal
Homicidal, I’ll hold a title
In rivalry battling
Overshattering, assault and battering
Leaving you scattered and
Multiple veterans are flatter than white lime
You write rhymes? Well
Good then go write lines if you bite lines
You’ll bite mine so I can get paid
Broke, little nigga living in
Shade on Sundays no fun days where I’m from
Stick ‘em in runways
Here I come look at the gun blaze realize
Son
Who let his tongue run loosie? Like Newports
And wet coochie

Yo, let’s drift in New York
And ain’t a damn thing change
Everybody’s on the grind
Searching for loose change
And the blame to the game
The same corruption
Same politics, but the man’s got a new name:
Doomsberg a billionaire queer has spoke
Sticking dick to ass the
Mass are without hope
Praying that we choke from dope and genocide
Where crooked cops abuse laws just to hide
The drugs locks people away for petty crime
So men gotta do what they do to survive
(Nigga)

God is dead lift your wine eyes on
The prize so long, we blind true believers
Got it in their veins babylon use their brain
Reign like Taliban crush idols, throw off
The Bible on the A Train, bubble letters
Candy-cane bloody scepters pawns get jumped
Like checkers king ‘em ragnarok to Caesar
Catching visions bring ‘em to Galilee
Speaking tongues to my people in prison
I’m out here but what man is truly free?
Allah gave him the tip, Jesus flipped
DT’s found Judas in the whip
One bullet out his clip
Whitey’s on the moon, and niggas is still
Cleaning grip paradise lost the Buddha
Paul thinking John is the shooter
Blowing the building
Coming for first-born children, splash blood
On the door what do you believe, niggas?

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