Datin - GOD over Money Freestyle #2 (2016) lyrics

Datin: Bizzle, Bumps, Selah, Sevin, Datin Boi -1da on the beat and you already know what it is, it's GOD over Money let's go! Sevin: They know GOD over Money (Freestyle 1: Sevin) Welcome to mi casa partner, lemme walk ya into the kitchen this sauce is proper like mwah! Every chef on this roster serves authentic pasta, while these imposters give you a bowl of superstition It's GOD over Money honey, the New Edition, I make my peace by bathing beneath the crucifixion While they Judas kissing, I'm trying to grow like a chi - chia pet so I'm beating my flesh into submission They want a coupe description, I hit the Philistine strip in a guillotine whip, the roof is missing We surpa**ing every façade of what you envision, so ain't no fasting just pa**ing in my true religion So I make a student listen, HIS word penetrates deep then generate heat like nuclear fission I aim straight for the lost, how can a shooter miss ‘em? Put a cap on the cross call me the super Christian (Freestyle 2: Datin) Even if your booth was explode-proof, and you had the bomb squad with you or you wore the whole suit, it still would be no use Cause on them pro-tools I'm known to react like Goku in dropping vocals, (Yes!) GOM is the go-to for the whole TRUTH, a gang of bold dudes on the frontline and we won't move You would think Bizzle cut the locks, chains and bolts loose throughout the whole zoo and freed the apes and formed this whole crew (Yeah!) It's like you rappers stranded on the planet, of the apes, and you looking like bananas in pajamas See when the crew vomits it's Jumanji cause animals will jump out the game and flood your street like a tsunami Stampeding like when the elephants rush, a small opponent first it's gored then it's propelled from it's tusk Then it's stomped until it's cerebellum swells and it bursts, so tell satan and all his devils in hell will get crushed (Freestyle 3: Bumps INF) Fix your gaze on the LORD above, and sure enough your eyes reveal the GOD of righteousness with a light so bright it k**s ya d**h to the flesh but still alive like Mike in thriller But HE can free up a trapped soul like Bryson Tiller Find a scripture, I am for realer, my mind is ‘zilla Than a Riker's island asylum filled with violent k**ers Peep the irony I used to hit the trees and now I abide in the VINE like I'm trying to climb and go find gorillas Man no monkeying around, like when Steve Harvey gave Ms. Columbia the crown, (Psych!) Same thing that any self-proclaimed king, get that Liu Kang, flu game sicker than Gangrene Look the GREAT KING so you know we got to spit fire, cause my GOD's outstanding like a hitch-hiker Uh, Can't brag on HIM enough, ask me, the flow nasty like Flint water in cups, easy (Freestyle 4: Selah the Corner) It's Grand Skeena, GOD'S 9 Millimeter, LIVING WATER by the river come and get a liter And everybody talking about they living fast but to GOD you're pee-on, I measure y'all in Kilometres I see they bluff, they saying nothing like they dead in mind, war and walk whatever it's real like Palestine But I ain't tripping to be honest homey half the time, I'm just trying to keep Bumps calm like Calamine They don't wanna know about JEHOVA graces, everybody got that works or that hammer go berserk in the building and they seen something coming, steady leaving with they keys like Taraji up in Smoking Aces And we ain't ever sitting out, lifestyle over rap cause we live it out And from the start I've been paying from the heart, crazy how HE art like the word heart written out (Freestyle 5: Bizzle) I keep a big mac for you small fries, and I mug with a pair of pumps for you tall guys Off in the coffin, you gone for the long ride, talking will get you tossed off and hog-tied See the minute I spit what the k**ers spit, the first thing you think is hypocrite But when he pop n***as nine songs straight, and he spit like me on the tenth you be feeling it I say I'm a Christian you stop listening, like why he always gotta bring his religion in But every rapper you know mentions GOD. But it's kinda odd you knocking the ones living it They say you too vocal on tracks Biz, so they try to keep me under wraps like ad-libs And cats been sleeping on the flow, but this hot sixteen will put them back on they mattress By faith I shine with no Diddy, I don't move yayo for the buck I'm no Fifty I don't need henchmen for the LORD I'm no Jimmy, and I signed up ready to die it's no biggie Yes I rep YESHUA, the CHRIST best not test unless that pen shoot when it write (Blaow!) You in a fight, you finna lose in a fight, break all rules and apply to rap like you, you finna die Mr. Hashtag rapper, Mike Brown, Trayvon, Only time you promote peace is when they die It lasts about a week then it's back to the straps, cause your contract came with a stack and some KY Poisonous raps like crack in a pot, major labels like here serve that to your block So I don't wanna hear how you let techs squeeze, let them cut a check and you be in a dress next week Bizzle