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Kingdom Come Gotta Move Now

I do Get me off this pole and I'll come with you You know the wiz Yeah, its the road for him Then he gave me on a 'gene Now I gotta bullet for him So

Forget the 'lac with the steering wheel made of wood It's time we see the truth of Christ in ya hood I'll never stop what I'm doing Grooving moving for

't gon' make it nigga... You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin' prison bein' black where I'm from nigga I come from the mutafuckin' impossible nigga Now y'all niggas gotta

I do Get me off this pole and I'll come with you You know the wiz Yeah, its the road for him Then he gave me on a 'gene Now I gotta bullet for him So

you don't want it with me I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum I got your head sprung It's my return(Like the Kingdom Come) I'm taking off

for Kings with big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista from Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S. About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move

motivation leads a nation of killer's replacements Glocks, AK's, hand grenades Stashed inside a fox hole but Kingdom's basement Henchmen of pro lynchmen, rhyme rankest lyrical lynchmen In Now

It's going down, its going down Now first up to bat is my maaaaaaaan TRUTH [echoes] [T.R.U.T.H.] God's not arbitrary, he's always gotta a rhyme and reason

sorrow I gotta spit out the mouth these protections and stick and move these lines for perfection I gotta spit shit no one ever thought of Spit like Imma