Duce Banner - Triumph Remix lyrics

Intro: Yo we not even in the studio right now We in the stew If you never touched a Super Nintendo controller You ain't got no business listening to this song We bout to take it back to nine seven Not ninety-seven, nine seven Verse 1 (Sho Baraka): Yeah huh A new breed of emcee who can take theology's, philosophies and mix them with the boys in San Augustine He's God He gave us evidence to believe He gave us a sign but without sin He's a G Gangster of Heaven, he does what he please He gave up His blood plus He talks to the seas He's shining bright, it's like the stars are His stylist Earth under his feet just to prove He kicking science Your Highness He wears righteousness as His uniform Riding a bronco, you jokers are fake like a unicorn No room for you copy cat rappers, you outta place I'm sold out for the Son, homie we outer space This is high art that's painted without a trace Your bars are weak like you benchpress without the plates How can a God take a world through d**h and hate Forgive sin and a return all for a lot of grace Verse 2 (Dre Murray): Now I ain't first in the science, mathematics was a giant And in this land full of stones you a liar or a lion When the high wears off and the King comes down you'll catch one to the crown for the lies you supplying The hills sang Zion and I cry You talk about how your soul is ride, three hundred kids die Nobody blinks an eye, tragedy becomes the norm Desensitized, we in the eye of the storm With new concords and some skinny jeans on Disguising d**h as life, everybody sing along Claim to know the way, but the truth is unknown A billion one-of-a-kinds in the land of the clones I'm gone Verse 3 (Eshon Burgundy): Yeah I'm alive, wire of sorts I'm stealing all the people listening to admire my thoughts I'll be apart of people dissing a proverbial christian Trying hard to make the burial glisson and I just need it to shine In my own strength trying without the Father's power Motormouth, I can't help but talk at several miles an hour And my flesh keep rising like I'm hopping on a skateboard trying to win the Espy gliding Even when I think I'm fresh I'm rotten Even at my best I'm not in the league of the most popular Dee's No way I can compare to the only begotten C Matter fact just let me leave I'm bout to hop in the breeze Verse 4 (Fro Wundas): Yeah huh A co-sign on these bar loans, it's past due (uh huh) I'm past ill, I'm past sick, I'm past flu (uhhh) I pa**ed through my past crew was still legendary in a city that's legacy when you past truth (wonders) Hey you, pay attention you missed the mission (yeah) Forever christian but I don't really bang with religion (naw) Denomination, now I don't really bang with the vision (huh) But however you rep it respect it cause it's your decision (yes) It's all gravy some love me the hood play me (yeah) I'm trying to speak to the unreached with preach daily (yeah) I know the beast is a fat woman who eats daily and she trying to swallow the beat whole, it's just crazy Bridge: Yo we taking it back to hoodies and skull caps in the summer Snap backs and starter jackets, you know what I'm saying When rappers used to rap and flow ain't had nothing to do with what you was wearing You know what I mean Verse 5 (S.O.): Yuh Man and Christ got the victory And so I ride with the winning team despite what the vision be, a mystery Spoken in the moment see the word that we're promoting should cause you to move call it poetry with motion watch them silence the commotion Gah All's Moses, all's the saint's fugitive flake with them darts throwing Hearts droning Earth shake from them dark Roman's And some didn't leave with their heads that start moment ah And even now was cities weren't easy bows