1.Hip-Hop Announcement
King Tech：
Hey this is king tech from the world famous wake up show. The
record you are about to hear contains. Heavy bass, thick drums,
crisp highs, low lows and strong gospel lyrics, which may cause
you to reflect on all the stupid things you did in your whole
life. Remember when I told you not to smack your grandma in the
back of the neck her dentures fell out and the cat peed on it.
Remember when you super glued you sister's hair to the flag
pole. Awe man, remember when you stole those Heavy D concert
tickets you went to the concert you stood in the front row he
stage dove off the stage right on top of you and nobody helped
you catch him. Remember that time when you spit in your homeboys
taco from lookin at your girl funny in the second grade.
Remember when I told you to stop drinkin and drivin you get in a
big ole accident you lose one one of your legs and now we cant
even kick it man think about your life think about what your
doin.
Tbone：
Yo Tech Tech wait wait man hold on I think they got your point
bro
King Tech：
I'm sorry man, and now back to the record
2.Intro
T-Bone：
Nothing but that funky Gospel-dellic music. Bringing just that
funky gospel music
Yes, welcome to Gospel Alpha Mega Funky Boogie Disco Music. All
the way from the golden state of California, where we pop our
collars, dippin' impalas, stack 'em dolla's, and roll with
bonefied balers and G's. And rhyme sayer's known to bring the
hardest gangsters to their knees. So hop on the space ship as we
travel through gospel galaxies and bring you that
un-adulterated, never perpetrated, pure, uncut gospel
funk-adellic music welcome to the beginning of eternal funk.
Uh, what's sizzling big baby
This is Mr. T-boogie-woogie-oogie originator of that gospel rap
with a gangsta tweee-iiii-eee-iissst welcome to Gospel Alpha
Mega Funky Boogie Disco Music we about to put some of that
gospel flavor up in your ear hole ya'll aint never heard nothing
like this before we gonna' show you how we rock on the west side
a different style of gospel music maynge so stay tuned cause we
gonna' do it different this time around ya'll ohh boy
Gospel Alpha Mega
That Funky Gospel Music
Gospel Alpha Mega Funky Boogie Disco Music
Why must I feel like that, why must I put down a gat
Nothin' but the ghost in me
Ohhh ohhh
Why must I feel like that, why must I put down a gat
Nothin' but the ghost in T
Ohhh ohhh
Gospel Music
3.Blazin' Mic's
T-Bone：
T-Ha Ha Ha We're Back, I'm about spit some that real lyrical
eloquence on ya'll right now let ya'll know how we blaze these
microphones out here on the west coast peep game pimpin'
I'm sweet like cinnamon, when I'm spittin' this lyrical venom.
Given rappers the blues like denim, when I'm killin' 'em, fillin
them with these syllables synonyms of adrenalin spillin' off a
spiritual tongue then numbing them like penicillin. Plus I'm
trying to reach the lives like Gilligan. Good God willin'
spiritual healin' no, stop the drug dealin' and killin'.Because
I'm feelin' like I'm ready to loose my mind, So many bullets be
flying and riders be dying, Gotta make a difference, for
instance the inmates in prison make bad decisions for lack of
wisdom. So I cut'em open and make incisions fill 'em with
spiritualism tell bout the one that's arisen how they can be
free in their spirits and have their sins forgiven by the one
that died on the cross, cause even while they were out there
drinkin' and smokin' he loved them even when they were lost so
listen to me and stop dissin' the G cause I got the remedy
dawg on how ya'll can be free c'mon
Chorus：
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
T-Bone：
Yeah I'm not a Jahova witness, but I witness for Jahova. Back in
the days the first to slang cane in the baking soda. But
now-a-days I'm like preaching the word like a drug dealer
slangin' holy rock on the curb, eyes blurred off the holy ghost
contact smoke gotcha trippin' off my rims, crushed ice and my
rope plus I'm gift with flows and wrist is frozen, I thought you
all knew dawg (WHAT？)I'm Gods Chosen. Highly favored standin'
with elite, that stand apart dawg anointed to bring the word to
the street, hanging entertaining the famous set you claim the
game of naming, unless I'm naming im naming Jesus on the throne
and reigning, paintin' a picture for G's banging of how the lord
can save them, train 'em like a Baltimore Raven engravin' the
name of Jesus across their heart cause its breakin', for Satin
is hatin' anticipatin' and hatin' and once their trapped there's
no escapin'
Chorus：
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
T-Bone：
Yeah, Uh I've been doin' this for 12 years, it aint easy ya'll.
To make hit records that are off the heezy ya'll. Especially
when them busters sippin' on that hater-aide, talkin' behind
your back and try to stop you on a day to day. I don't make
music for them playa hata's anyways this is for them killa's and
thugs sippin' on that alazaye, run-a-ways, and essay's locked
down in prison, (WHY THEM？) They ones that need the love
physician, and I know the perfect doctor ya'll that can heal you
when you answer to the alter call, he can fill all the emptiness
and void in your heart that's why I rhyme out of need and not
for love of the art so listen, my only mission is soul fishin'
so that when the rapture happens faces will be on the back of
milk cartons missin'
Chorus：
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
Chase：
Ha Ha, and there you have it, Bone-e-Bone, Chase E. Dante, we
commin' we wont be stopped, cant stop, Hey boy ya did your
fizzle, ha ha we out
4.Still Preachin'
Verse 1
Comin straight from da west coast killin field
Its the bone coloeone pimpin keep it real
Ya know the deal
Corn braids in a thug appeal
Street slang makin hits that thugs feel
Demons guard ya grill
When they in my scope aim and i shoot to kill
And haters jealous cuz im stackin hundred dolla bill
Platinum crushed ice and it＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s
all real
Gospel hip hop got it locked still
Who you think it was sprinklin game
West coast gospel plus a brim in a cane
Street slang in a message that they couldnt contain
Tought you bout da streets and the way thatthey bang
Cocane methaphetamene, gen and tonic
Hennesy sherm chocolate tye and chronic
Bloods crip essa＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s M13
Piwoos soowoos damos and county blues
Chorus
Still preachin that word wit dem bangin beats
Reach thugged out folks grindin on da streets
Huslers servin cane g＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s pullin
heat
Steadily reachin them wit da word seven days a week
Verse 2
Im still, rippin and kickin flippin spittin lyrics
That got you thinkin trippin grippin ya Bible
Diggin just to see what＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s
written
Invision paul in the prison
Livin in the worst conditions
Make decisions
Wha convicted for the on that＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s
arisin
See my mission is to give vision
To the one that listen
Like caticism
But to ones arrested for vadilism
Its your decision
Eternal prison
Or you can accept what the Lord has given
＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;what＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s
that？＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;ya
sins forgiven
See im tryin to get you walkin through the pearly gates
And save you from the lake of fire full of demon snakes
＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;how do i do
that？＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;
By askin the Lord to forgive you of all ya sins
And turn away from all of you wickedness and not turn back
Start walkin on the straight and narrow
Get the word inside of ya temples
Til it swell and make ya bone marrow
No more pack in da back of a Lac
Attack, crack, smack heads wit a baseball bat
＊chorus＊
Verse 3
Still makin g music for dem cold killas
Gang bangers convict pimps players
Weed smokers and them drug dealers
Captkillers theives fellons and them go-rillas
And drug lords over seas makin big scrilla
Its still the same, ain＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;t
nuttin changed
Street raps altar calls and proclaim the name
Never ashamed of the one that was slain
Endured all the pain,
Bleeding wit nails in his hands
Just to save me from da burnin flames
Amazing grace, he took my place, payed the ransom
Then got my sins erased and now
Words can＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;t express what i feel
inside of my flesh
Every breath is givin god glory until my death
See im blessed beyind measures
Like silver and gold treasures
World pleasures
Spittin leacture to ease the world pressures
So that heathens that were thevien grieven
Can now believin
That Jesus bleedin was for a reason cuz the words im speakin
＊chorus＊
5.Still Preachin'
Verse 1
Comin straight from da west coast killin field
Its the bone coloeone pimpin keep it real
Ya know the deal
Corn braids in a thug appeal
Street slang makin hits that thugs feel
Demons guard ya grill
When they in my scope aim and i shoot to kill
And haters jealous cuz im stackin hundred dolla bill
Platinum crushed ice and it＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s
all real
Gospel hip hop got it locked still
Who you think it was sprinklin game
West coast gospel plus a brim in a cane
Street slang in a message that they couldnt contain
Tought you bout da streets and the way thatthey bang
Cocane methaphetamene, gen and tonic
Hennesy sherm chocolate tye and chronic
Bloods crip essa＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s M13
Piwoos soowoos damos and county blues
Chorus
Still preachin that word wit dem bangin beats
Reach thugged out folks grindin on da streets
Huslers servin cane g＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s pullin
heat
Steadily reachin them wit da word seven days a week
Verse 2
Im still, rippin and kickin flippin spittin lyrics
That got you thinkin trippin grippin ya Bible
Diggin just to see what＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s
written
Invision paul in the prison
Livin in the worst conditions
Make decisions
Wha convicted for the on that＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s
arisin
See my mission is to give vision
To the one that listen
Like caticism
But to ones arrested for vadilism
Its your decision
Eternal prison
Or you can accept what the Lord has given
＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;what＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;s
that？＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;ya
sins forgiven
See im tryin to get you walkin through the pearly gates
And save you from the lake of fire full of demon snakes
＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;how do i do
that？＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;
By askin the Lord to forgive you of all ya sins
And turn away from all of you wickedness and not turn back
Start walkin on the straight and narrow
Get the word inside of ya temples
Til it swell and make ya bone marrow
No more pack in da back of a Lac
Attack, crack, smack heads wit a baseball bat
＊chorus＊
Verse 3
Still makin g music for dem cold killas
Gang bangers convict pimps players
Weed smokers and them drug dealers
Captkillers theives fellons and them go-rillas
And drug lords over seas makin big scrilla
Its still the same, ain＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;t
nuttin changed
Street raps altar calls and proclaim the name
Never ashamed of the one that was slain
Endured all the pain,
Bleeding wit nails in his hands
Just to save me from da burnin flames
Amazing grace, he took my place, payed the ransom
Then got my sins erased and now
Words can＆amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;#039;t express what i feel
inside of my flesh
Every breath is givin god glory until my death
See im blessed beyind measures
Like silver and gold treasures
World pleasures
Spittin leacture to ease the world pressures
So that heathens that were thevien grieven
Can now believin
That Jesus bleedin was for a reason cuz the words im speakin
＊chorus＊
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