Story Behind the Song
1 Cor. 13:8,13 Ove never fails..... And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Lyrics
This a love movement, I love music, like 1 Corinthians 13, Love without the rudeness, respect for those who cop this in hopes, it'll help em through it, community in mind, when it's rhythm and rhyme I'm doing, deligent to reflect, what they say what it got to do with it , that's everything, unless a work of any is useless, if it's just for the deep pockets, and the stacked chips, dangling ropes and the Anartica fozen wrists, and shorties that wanna pimp kittens on the cat walk, that's basic instinct, like an Amazon forest animal, just for it got to be slightly more radical, making the whole world sigh relief when you on camera, embress the world with innocense, unlike very many amateurs, and save the wounded soldiers from Vienna cuz, when you do it for the love, it really matters,
Chorus: When I'm standing in my stance, shooting if off my lip, I want the people to dance, so I rightfully use the gift
V2
Blood, tears, and sweat, work until it's perfect, many didn't know rhyme droppers are like, doctors and nurses, preachers, and sermons, dynamic works of service, that's why so many of em make me nervous, don't know the purpose, nor the power in the oweness, careless on the mega phone, got drive, but can't control, need to keep they focus, and recognize that kids is rolling with they punches, packing they statements in they lunches, spending all they got to cop a ticket to their function, so when they do, they can't corrode them with corruption, teach em to shy away from street control, like stringed puppets, not just for the duckets, or twenty inches on ya buckets,put them above, let them know they worth more than the cussing, more than the nonsense, teach em common sense, and teach em how to raise to a level of prominence respect your position of role modeling,
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V3
To all my influential matriarchs, and patriarchs, cats dropping science, while their in the parks, alleyways, coastlines, Japan or New York, for business, or even yaw doing it just for sport, keep the flow up North, hot without the corpse, like Obi 1 , I'm telling you how to use the force, these words of course, ain't just of my accord, why percentage rates increase, like violence is served on a smorgesbord, hope some of yaw switch over, and win a dove award, innovate a change, rather than the automated duplicated rhymes, like Henry Ford, make your subjects broad, leave the critics floored, this is worth more, than any number one-r in the underground hip hop awards, when you get down, make sure not to ignore the Lord, get your thing on, it's time to change the score,
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