Feiboky - The Church Cannot Rap II Lyrics

Woah
Eda ya ya ya ya yeah
Anyedro
Ya yeah
Uh
Gold Candle Music

I don't play any single time
They turn the mic on for me
Afia'nweh that could be last
So I flex em my icon
Jeeesu
Shine from my place on the menorah
Dem say Boky wanyor wanyor
A billion songs on the archive
No single wack sound
Check
I'm too expensive they leave me on the shelf
Clothed in blood my people love how I smell
Interference all duly quelled
All of my Gees make ghosted moves
Keep all your darks in their shells
247 lights on my people o
Blame God for the rare kind of idiosyncrasies
You na only gidi o, we seen places
Boy I take you where your rest is
Bad man finna come touch
Inner man force warn dem like ogbeni fash
They be in the game like a dash
We be in the game like a billion words
In half a second's flash
They say Boky you got what it takes
I tell em measure what it takes by what I got
Then you're gon find that it takes nothing
But mosquito no dey hear sontin
Una go still won kon try grace
Me na danger man
More than a blind man shooting on sight
Out here killing death with life
Gold arrow in the hands of the Almighty
E get sonkind vocal wer you hear
You go fear to reason signing
Trample on the world shoes ain't Gucci
Demons know when I'm around
They don't act foolish
Done covering my city with the blood
Now we're out for the whole nation
Sorry if I sound bullish
Voice of the Church man I wear it proudly
Heeeeh
The ghost rules everything around me
Heeeeh
For my front and behind me
You dey act funny
Anything wer fall on you nor dey concern me
Rap worship homie we're outside
All of my people came out to play
Wrong energy one side
Bars on the pour, niagara
Can't put me on a chart
Flows wer dey set ice on fire
Never man move like this
Nah
Never man pull up on the m.i.c like this
Nah
Running with the truth like this
And no single person
Fit give am a run for him money like this
Heeeh
Church goes deeper than you see
Everybody, everytin dey here too
We fit pull up for your street
Na only sanity wer dey hold pesin
All of una wer too dey like to provoke pesin
Last time y'all messed with the Church
Was the night before the morning
Me and my gees arrived homie
Right now you wanna trade with caution
Be cautious

When it's war time God deploys warriors
Not peacemakers
And in my generation
How we handle matters are of a slight difference
From our forefathers
How many words are enough for the wise again
Gold Candle Music