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cyber - sins of presumtion lyrics

interlude: (mike tyson speech)

chorus:
jesus pieces, jesus sandals
pardon the piggy bank pockets, that ain’t for muslums
as-salaam-alaik-m, peace to holy people
i’m stepping up to god, but i just
feel a lil creepled . (n-gga)

verse1:
this sh-t creepy ah-huh, at least you think so
is this some typa sh-t that make n-ggas wanna pray more?
is this some typa sh-t that make n-ggas wanna sell they souls?
jeeze, gosh, d-mn, muhammad, allah or ali, go
lord have mercy on me, gimmi that lambo
jesus peace gettin heavy homie, this holy swag go
crucify this beat dunni, you know i nail this sh-t
ill-flow-disease gali, we resurrect you quit
like game over, your time over
man i got this sh-t like a nappy on ya
sh-t, smell that
sit back this a villain take over
tryna get more dough than a p-ssover
bang bang bang, bring the shots over
yall hangover, ‘fore the night’s over
i need a crossover, this my last
supper

hook:
but yall n-ggas can’t run this sh-t
survived the suicides
that’s when i lost weight, on hooks i’m heavy weight
hunger for the game, the paper chase
that’s when i mumble through my daily
grace
like “thank you lord for my daily bread, and bless the hands…mmhhh, amen.”

(chorus)

verse2:
bread and wine, i’m tryna find me some jesus
the wise pray for the youth and they tell us the church needs us. (aahh)
sins of presumption, a cheek was kissed by judus
power of a mob shakes you, till peter denies jesus (jesus, jesus)
h-ll will do ya, before you’d say hallelujah
ma i’ve been skippin sunday school, just to rap with them nuskool
preach n-gga catch your breath, n-gga preach
breath the holy spirit till they think you him, pastor chris
mxim man, f-ck all dem hoes
i’m feeling godly with my o, and i’ll be good with extra hoes
lord knows shea, lord knows
i’d need more change ‘fore i sell my soul
and i’d need more gold, and i’d need more shows
and i’d need more rows, and i’d need more blows, oh

bridge:
keeping the lines on point like i”m a general
sulute to nuskool , preach on that nu-bible
“hustle hard, k!ll swag” that’s the nu-gospel
shooting stars, machine guns, where your old pistols?
war, the sound of an old riffle
fight for your life, you wake up to a royal rumble
the youth dying at the bar, shots on a double
but i still keep it high, cup a double

outro: ( uncle ruckus’ exorcism)

- cyber lyrics

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