​soul 2.

[Intro: nobigdyl.] Tribe on the move [Chorus: nobigdyl.] (x2) I don’t mean to insult you But I got a soul too [Verse 1: nobigdyl.] I’m ridin' round with that missile My stash owe me This mask owe me I doubt you that I’ll miss you This scope good and my coke good And it smell good when I whip it Your crew say you want beef Then I’ll deep-fry the Mcgriddle Thanks to the judicials Don’t test me or stress me I’ll make your chest bleed God bless me Cause I etch you with that pistol I etch-a-sketch your body boy And I bet you that they’ll miss you But not me, oh not me I pour x out for my heroes But I ain’t sentimental And I know that you probably really scared of me ‘Cause my gold teeth and my energy (my energy) And you think that sin is my pedigree (my pedigree) And you right Don’t lose sight (you right, you right) Cause we all guilty o’ treachery (don’t lose sight) One form or another Passed on from our mothers We born into trouble And worn into rubble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Anything other than that is heresy Just share with me Tell me about faith in the One And the way that the Son Made a way for his sons By his grace and his love And the pain that would come When they raisin’ him up And the angels above Praise his name now because We were pierced through his side Now we’re sprayed with his blood - oohhh! Tell me straight to my face how he came for this thug [Chorus] (x4) [Verse 2: Mogli the Iceburg] Tell what’s a Christian look like? Tell me what’s a Christian act like? The only difference I see between me and them Is I don’t pretend That my life won’t end When I pass So pass that herb to the left, my brother And I’mma smoke this blunt like a cure for cancer ’Til I find the answers Say God’s not dead? Well, I’ll take my chances ’cause If your God’s so real Why don’t you tell me just how the world’s so cold What type of Father would let his child go hungry And take his parents from him when they got old? Tell me what type of God would make cancer Tell me what type of God would make AIDS Tell me what type of God would send a typhoon To an island and kill people with his waves If you gon’ believe in that then that’s fine But don’t you put that judgment on me You ain’t any holier than I ‘Cause you go to church and say a prayer with a rosary You must be kidding, really So you tellin' me I’ll go to hell if I keep sinning When I ain’t no worse than you and that’s bogus You are probably too stuck up just to know this And we both say the same words Fight the same wars Hit the same clubs Tearin' up the same floors And you judgin' me for it But I find it kind of funny ‘Cause behind the closed doors You’re looking at the same porn If it was up to me I’d say that you were phony So before you tell me ‘bout your God’s love I need you to show me (oooooohhhhh-oooooohhhhh, oooooohhhhh-oooooohhhhh, oooooohhhhh-oooooohhhhh) [Chorus] (x2) (oooooohhhhh-oooooohhhhh, oooooohhhhh-oooooohhhhh...)