Correction Lyrics The Unashamed Cypher (23rd Annual Super Bowl Gospel Celebration) by Jon Keith

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You know, gospel is more than a music genre, it’s a message
And we got some of the best messengers to ever do this
DJ Mykael V on the ones and twos
Let’s get into this

Yeah
I put my lyrics in the pot, let 'em simmer with salt
Original spaghetti flow, got the sauce and the roux
This ain't yo' regular oregano, it's original
Call me Chef Diva DuBois, 'cause it roll off the tongue
This woman different, pigment like Snickers, cocoa, kill it, admit it
Yeah, no need to show off my figurе
I'm beautiful, yeah, becausе I'm loyal and gifted
Lift up Jehovah, He risen, He who I owe all my livin'
Sketched His lyrics in the stones like hieroglyphics
Split the river, quick deliver, I'm forgiven
Drippin' blood out from my livin', got my head above the water
Got my vision on my keeper, yeah, my vision on my keeper
My God, go ahead, let's move like that
Look at the shimmy, catch a demi, yeah, I groove like that
I got bills, yeah, a few bags stacked
Got a mortgage and some kids, that's some real life stats
It's A.I
Dang, go crazy
Yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah

She call me NK and that's no kizzy (Yeah)
I'm comin' from the north where it ain't no drizzy (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I had to move some things for this, I'm too busy
I'm gettin' married soon, holy matrimony, holy moly
God Almighty, rock the mic when rocks are fallin' on me
Yeah, 604, double seven, eight, when you callin' for me?
Uh, yee, Filipino boy, I'm extraordinary
Yeah, really not from this world, I guess I'm extraordinary
Bible in my lap, I'm with the beamer when it gets hairy
It gets scary, got oppression from the enemy
No chains on me, my hands free for the blammy-blammy
Like boom-boom-boom, my Bible strapped on me
Uh, really, really, uh, uh
Shimmy with me, uh iron sharpen me when I be cuttin' silly
Ka-ching, Spirit leadin' me when I be walkin' funny
It's NK and the NK is for no kizzy
Amen

Woo!
Tribe on the move
Ayy, yeah (Go off)
Praise be to Yahweh, I couldn't pay for this, I prayed, though
The greatest thing to ever happen to Daygo
The lonely prophet, live from the VLLG, came with a halo
But not the wings: if you think I'm fly, that's 'cause God say so
Ayy, yo, I'm a believer but I can't imagine dragons tryna step to me
When they see what I breathe
And I'm still outta reach, and I don't need a key
They wouldn't open the door, so I knocked with my feet
I'm like Peter out the boat and it's windy, I feel like Jones, I'm that indie
Tribe in the zonal, yes indie, 'til we adios, we'll be in sync, yeah
So give me the cheese if you get the picture
She said "I like the way you walk", well, I got it from the Scriptures (Woo)
Right, so what a sight to see
Nice to be here on purpose, givin' light to isolates
And livin' life, I mean, livin' dreams, God been nice to me
It's all too easy, who set the bar? That don't seem high to me

Tribe on the move
Oh my goodness
Okay, yeah, ayy (Let's go, Wande)

Lately I’ve been livin’ holy, really that’s the only way
I was raised in ATX, but now I reside in the A
Early mornin’ wake and pray, that’s how I apply the pressure
I don’t need to sell my soul, I got that ultimate finesser
Give my reverence, kindness He's showin' is like no other
That’s benevolence, Wande a rapper with two degrees
Yeah, that’s intelligence, I thank my excellency
Big God, that's XL, you see, you know He exit when He rose up from the grave
Way to set the stage, way to close the case
I’m amazed, really, I was lost, helped me find my way
I’m amazed, yeah, everything ain’t what it seems
But this Naija girl servin’ God and on the winning team, look
‘Cause see, there’s levels to this, since ‘Crae was Rebel in this
The devil try to steal my soul, go straight embezzle with it
I run the race, I keep the pace, might get a medal with this
Until the Father says “Well done”, I’ll never settle with this
Okay, Dyl
Tribe on the move (What's up wit it, Dyl)

Proudly preachin’ prophecy, that’s pushin’ P for real
Leanin' on the Lord, I drink His blood, you pop a seal
Stay close to His will like Aunt Vivian, Uncle Phil
I see my rugrats runnin’ ‘round, look at Chuckie and Phil and Lil
If I don’t feel it like a fillin’ in my tooth, can I spill it in the booth?
I tell the truth, I’m like a villain in the booth
Matter of fact, if I say boo, you more like Krillin in the booth
A Super Saiyan, that was stupid play, well, you should shoot for two
Independent Christian rapper, own all of my masters
Got no patience for the jibber-jabber, tryna make a living
Been killin’ it in therapy, apparently I’m winnin’, switch
Places with my demons, they depressed and now I’m healin’, listen
We got a festival called Holy Smoke, but we don’t roll the dope
Holy Ghost, He know my codefendant, that’s my only hope
Indie artist only, own your masters, ain’t no Toby's, bro
Kunta Kinte, Axel Foley, know your roots and where you’re goin’

Tribe on the move
My goodness, go off
Ayy

Knock-knock, I'm kickin' it in, ayy
Courtside, I look at the wins
I came a lil' short on Wednesday, it's still a Wedn (win)
If they don't wanna see you up like Ross, them ain't yo' F.R.I.E.N.D.S
And I ain't gon' point no finger at nobody
I'ma point a few elbows, though
Mama told me, "Don't say nun when you know you don't know"
I ain't ever gon' get canceled like the Romeo show
And I'm sharper than a preacher and the deacon, I'm preacon'
It's disrespectful when you say I'm drippin', I'm leakin'
This flavor come from God, I don't hide it when I'm seekin'
I ain't puttin' on all this armor for no reason
I ain't finna come take your number while you leavin'
Baby girl, you have to pardon me this evening
Even if I look, I'm sorry, it's deceiving
I ain't tryna come sleep outside with you, it's freezin'

Ayy, you already know what it is, man
Super Bowl Gospel Celebration, you know what I’m sayin’?
2022, listen
We wanted the smoke, we brought all of the lighters
We set the whole thing on fire for the Messiah, you already know what it is, man
Love and God bless
Yeah

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