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mista & mrs. taylor - whodat?! lyrics

whodat?!
by mista & mrs. taylor

whodat?!
bustin through ya main frame thought this was a new thang theology the same we still rep his name!!
siftin through the blurred and the twisted up the world wanna shut us up but we gallop with that getti up!!

whodat?!
still keepin hip hop gritty old school on display keep it tight like a fity cap snap back, out the coffin like black drac but the blood we on from the one who said he comin back!
the big cat! lyon of the tribe of judah! y’all know who it is!

whodat?!
standin wit yo finger on the trigger bought to shake ya fist at god cause you kinda think you bigga! whodat?! got the nerve to sit up on his throne, feet danglin, need a stool, can’t climb up on your own!! the lord drop the microphone said it was done, like a baton, flung the stars, earth and the sun and they hung, hangin on nothin but word, how absurd that you can’t believe now that you heard

you rockin with the best heavy like a glock on ya chest holy spirit make ya holla yes yes yall! holla back yall! if ya rollin with the king on the throne tilted crown gangsta lean, we breakin down every wall tryin to separate us, they said we aged out the system but we still creatin, they out there gyrating dancin like they gone live forever budget cheddar gone run out your body gone burnout

whodat?!
still take the lords name in vain. no respect for who he is and how his word don’t change. mock him every chance you get cause really you be bitta. we keep it jumping like tigger, but you stiff, like rigor, mortis. you the hair, we the tortoise. you think we slow, but we steady on the ready poof like confetti, this ain’t monkey one and monkey two off the serengeti

whodat?!
trying to be the top bread+winna, new head spinna, young bruce jenner. pursuing everything except the only thing that matters. tower of babel and a big enough ladder. he made them all scatter, stird them up like batter. same thang today you could hit a chatta, the world still saying that they don’t need god. but when you look in their eyes, you can see the facade cracking, can’t hold up to the pressure depression. no answer to the most important questions like what’s the meaning of life? what do i put my trust in our we all bowlin pins, dodging fate and chasin ends. the great equalizer settling accounts got more bounce than roger troutman to the ounce. he owns the real estate, so the block you claiming ain’t up for debate? we broken arrows, bows up changin landscapes!!

- mista mrs taylor lyrics

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