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corey red & precise - resistance iz futile lyrics

[verse 1: corey red]
yo you can dress fly go to the club
get shot in the eye after you die
i guarantee judgement day will blow ya high
cuz now ya mind is blown
when you see me shine on the throne
i walk the street if you thugged out i talk the street
but yo get off of me i’m bigger than yo little thoughts of me
i took a loss for thee hung up on the bl–dy cross for thee
in the motel and the hotel when you boot knockin’ i’m watching’
i love you but if you don’t repent you goin’ to h-ll whats poppin’

[verse 2: precise]
from up above i came down
shed blood for thugs no greater love
i gave the haters hugs and i let the debaters bug
arguin’s worthless my purpose was to touch down where the earth is
and heal you where your hurt is
right there unda’ ya hard surface
who deserves this deserves me to cry
deserves me to die deserves me to get slapped jabbed and then stabbed in my side
you deserve dat i took it for you
i know the cops is lookin’ for you
ignore me but when devil flip you expect angels to come hookin’ for you

[verse 3: corey red]
i’m blastin’ you with street parables
attackin’ you since you left the church
i’ve been afta’ you harr-ssin’ you and trackin’ you
wit the truth i’ll smack a fool
if i have to i’ll smash a crew
i made you in my image
so why you actin’ like an animal
you laugh at me then have the audacity to fear
hannibal lecter my flavor greater than pineapple nectar
i left heaven became a man
the father sent me to take a stand
king of king my style’s raw
be not deceived i’ll die poor

[verse 4: precise]
i’m in the streets where the shots blast
and the thugs and the cops clash
the rich man feel he got cl-ss
but reject me cuz he got cash
i warn you
you rappers and head bangers
pastors and strangers
who stop you on the street
do you know jesus
warnin’ of danger
ay yo i’m born in a manger
three wise men and some gifts
check it
i’m the answer for crooked politics
an the stick up kids
i’m everywhere in everything
but few of ya’ll acknowledge me
ya college degree done swoll your head
now ya too smart to follow me

[verse 5: corey red]
this be a prophecy
no more order no more cash and quarters
the government is going to make slaves of your sons and daughters
soon with the mark of the beast
you can purchase orange and apples
as the authorities in the middle of the night
runnin’ your tabernacle
got you shackled and baffled
in a concentration camp
sleepin in ya own urine
and defecation the floor is damp
now you stinkin’ tormented
thinkin’ about bump in the night
you ain’t got nothin’ if you ain’t got christ

[verse 6: precise]
resistance iz futile
either man is too wild or too foul
to become my child the problem is
you just don’t know my style
get to know me
i take the foul and make em holy and righteous
like gimme them skinheads and gimme them thugs
out there in riker’s
i could work wit em
give em the holy ghost
and then i hit the earth wit em
and make you bug out
like yo i used to hang out
drink and curse wit em
let em preach christ
teach life abandon they foul street life
and we in the subway testifying like yo
i used to be trife

[verse 7: corey red]
you need my holy spirit
beware the phony spirits and lonely spirits
yo i’m ya homie’s spirit
don’t worry you can trust me
you know me spirits
h0m-s-xual spirits
bis-xual intellectual spirits
they get the best of ya spirits
by means of questionable lyrics
i am the spirit of god
the greatest chess king you’ll ever face
as i’m spittin’ this verse
i got the universe in checkmate
but yo beware satan is masqueradin’
as a angel of light
through preachers, rappers, teachers, and pastors
he fakin’ the light

[verse 8: precise]
yo i’m the reason you got away that night
on the block without gettin’ blazed
and some of ya’ll know
that ya’ll shoulda been dead from aids
well you shoulda been but ya grandma prayed
and so i had mercy
but you still deny me test and try me
and won’t say that i’m worthy
so next time
no knots and no 9
won’t be able to protect ya
from this sin sickness that you’ve been
invitin to infect ya
now heed my warning
some of ya’ll ain’t promised tomorrow mornin’
repent this ain’t a joke
it just might be ya final callin’

[verse 9: corey red]
remember hiroshima and nagasaki
as sure as america bombed em
satan lied when he told ya
they ain’t got aids don’t worry
you don’t need a condom
i’m all knowin’
all seein’
holy ghost power i saw you
havin’ kinky s-x with ya eyes closed in the shower
i’m in a subway
i’m there when models are switchin’ on the runway
i’m up in hooters
when you lookin’ at strippers
and sippin’ kahluas
wit yo pitbull and yo rotweiler
profilin on the sidewalk
respect me when you talkin’
cuz what you really walkin’ is my dog

[verse 10: precise]
i’m the strippin’ back
the double lung collapse
the spit punches and smacks
the k!ller of heart attacks cancer and anthrax
i’m in america the far east
the middle east and greece
and i’m deep inside the belly of the beast
preachin the prince of peace
and i love ya’ll
but you’ve all got beef
psalm 3:7 i’ll smash through wicked t–th
christmas trees as pagan as trick or treats
get to know me
the true me
ain’t another god can move me
they’re just about as real as science fiction
and horror movies

[verse 11: corey red]
yo i’m realest
i’m the illest
i made the metal in ya gat
i made ya mouth so you can say things
like ay yo i’m feelin’ that
speakin’ of feelin’ i put the spine in ya back
designed ya mind
if not for me you couldn’t
shine l!ck a 9 or spit a rhyme to this track
the holy spirit father and son
i came at you three different ways
in the midst of these lyrics
but don’t get it twisted i’m one
if you livin’ in prison
and you wild
wit a shank dew rag and a can of new nile
judgement day resistance iz futile

[chorus]
resistance iz futile
resistance iz futile
resistance iz futile
resistance iz futile
resistance iz futile
resistance iz futile
resistance iz futile

- corey red precise lyrics

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