Armond WakeUp - Legends of the Hidden Temple lyrics

Armond WakeUp Give the drummer some Adjust my cummerbund Never a one & done I'm a one of one Wanna rumble with the bee huh? Running the flow til my knees rub Better tell em speed up We worldwide......to reach us need a Visa Never put my feet up I lead us Lotta these rappers for Jesus Not it How your content nonsense when you God sent? 'bout corny as a Glock tip Rock pitch Wet paper bags tryna block bricks If you the key to life, I'm a locksmith The stage is set, who gon' jump in the mosh pit? Separate the vine from the foxes Separate the time from the clock ticking Tired of debating while the world dying Trying to present a gospel that the world'll like Or being controversial for the sake Or tell me that it's not enough to pray How can we be PC When the TV Tells you to reject living water for the seaweed We need A little more than acceptance More than intellectual perspective Maybe a message of affection Instead of a perception of perfection Let's get acquainted with the pain that exists in a sentence I ain't listening to ya lyrics I'm listening for intention Your missions for a mention Itching for the attention If my pen don't draw affliction Then I missed it I'm Liston They misting Blinded by the green I'm Great Muta to you losers Stinging for my amusement You ain't a a movement You a lubricant Doc, throw on a loop Ima loot it Kairos, Too, is near...stay close to your computer's KamBINO They ask me should you be the bearer of bad news if you're carrying the good… Or say that I should speak solely on Christ and being holy when they're burying the hood… I'm like “PLEASE get these fairies off my wood….”….ugggh….. Lord knows prolly dresses in their wardrobes… So any efforts to impress ‘em had to forgo In essence I'm stressin' coalescence with the Lord's goals… Like “F these heifers, they don't get it – least the Lord knows… (Forgive)….I'm really livin' over here chief… In a space where aspirations and my fears meet… Fresh out the wilderness surviving off of deer meat… I feel that comin' out alive is a for real feat… But….in spite of all that I've been through My faith is on ginsu…..face on igloo… But patience on thin keep them things ‘bove ya chin glued… Or you might not get out of what you get into – listen I am a Christian, but I'm not Christ… Swing on me g you liable to get socked twice I'm known to have off nights…..only occurring though when I'm off mics… The pots stirrin' – know y'all heard I got the sauce right? Right…..and this ain't a lick of the spoon This just a taste of the waste, I'll hit you wit somethin' soon That put the squeeze on ya face that make you scream at the moon Like “Ahhhhhh”- g, oh my G – you see what he's doin' K is for k**a…..A is for Animal M for this Mayhem sprayin' out of my mandible B for the bars they barely can get a handle on… I'm No Other – KamBINO g is a standalone That captivates the naughtiest of audiences Crowds with j**elry gaudy as the bodies on a lot these strippers… There's real and then there's fake but can you spot the difference….? There's clear and then there's “Wait – you really NOT that IS ya…?” Discernment in earnest I learned to covet… On wisdom was willing to burn the budget… Knowing if I spent it on wisdom I'd get more of it… Cycle's building riches on riches – you gotta love it aw yeah…