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Souf Land

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    Heads up watch out it's bout to go down
    Bout to go down bout to go down

    Preachin old and new testaments
    Never settle like sediments
    Like a virus i'm spreading this lesson
    I'm like a reverend
    God is perfect like seven
    Covered by blood i'm wet in this
    Red in this and my readiness
    Keep me balanced with steadiness
    On a roll like a caddy
    Flippin hearts like a patty
    Praises up to my daddy
    For bringing me out a valley
    I was dark like a alley
    Spirit was rather flabby
    Now i'm crunk like a rally
    Sun shining on me like cali
    Saved and giving up praises
    Cause i'm out of those phases
    Stages when i was hatin
    And fakin with no salvation
    Almost got cooked like bacon
    I was almost forsaken
    And if i'm not mistaken
    My spirit almost got taken
    No debating no hoax
    I'm witnessing til i croak
    Evil spirits with rope
    Can't hang with the holyghost
    Third coast the south
    Best to watch out
    Street testaments it's bout to go down

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    Make room for them boys in the history books
    I'm talkin' bout' chapter after chapter on how the industry shook
    Exploding on headlines
    Like 50 beafin' with ja
    In a class of our own above biggy & pac
    Yeah these boys and i like the 12 tribes combined
    Blowin' trumpets on mt. zion
    Roaring like the west nile
    12 times amplified
    Leavin' cats petrified
    Boys full of that fire
    In they bones like jeremiah
    Called by the most high
    Like obadiah & nehemiah
    Zephaniah & zedikiah
    Hagai & malachi
    From out a remnant of my block a refuge from my hood
    I got my past forgot boi and got out when i could
    No longer liven life wild
    Got a whole new lifestyle
    A whole new life now
    Role with a new crowd
    Christian and ain't scared to put it down
    Folks in the souf that ain't scared to get loud

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    Give me a nickel my father god is cold like popsickles
    Bigger the better devil step i knock the juice out his pickle
    One two three four five six to the seven
    Bump the t to the jakes cause i'm goin to heaven
    I'm number eleven scoring points straight for the team
    All heads rise up cause i'm finna get me
    Like mr.clean my father god will make you bling
    Turn my page roll em up cause i'm a bible fiend
    True soldier giving souls to my elohim
    Souf land comin harder than you ever seen
    I wreck those souls swing with my holy bows
    They just don't know when we come we rip those flows
    We knock down doors cause any demon snooze they lose
    And if they try to come and get me knock em down with my shoes
    Cause i'm a hard hitter sold out for jehovah
    Man you better back up off me boy i thought i done told ya

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