Cyhi The Prynce - Church lyrics

[intro - Miloh Smith] [?] 5% f** it [?], that whole Ezekiel bible verse Was epic right? But that sh**'s not real, at all I'm gonna f** some sh** up right now [Verse 1 - Miloh Smith] [?] in my rifle People you have been lied to Imma make a new testament and imma edit sh** and imma put it in the Bible How you like that? Well you're probably gonna hate this But that man is a racist, and a rapist, tryna lock me in a basement Oh safe a** n***a won't say sh** And I hate when I say my prayers, I gotta say [?] like motherf**er how dare you Strong mind wanna [?] weak n***a I scare you Well I'd rather just burn forever Because the Earth don't turn for us, [?] Tryna make it to heaven I've been through hell and back And black skin done burned enough See... cause it don't mean a thing to us But they still let it be so Cause they know Yeah, who want it? [Verse 2 - Cyhi] Cyhi I spell church with a y f** a shirt and a tie The only person that I listen to is God Cause he's always the first to reply I give sight to the blind Here n***a put this dirt in your eyes I'm hotter than [?] [?] submerged in the fire I know that every book was written by man And every man on this earth that's alive Has at least committed one sin So how'd you know that them verses wasn't lies Man you n***as are commercialized f** with me in a [?] An imposter could be mad in the streets Cause dope money paid a third of your ties When I jump imma try and go Abraham Flow like water never gave a damn Let the church say amen n***as talking sh** I'm gonna have to lay hands Y'all must be m**ms Cause you haters stay praying On a n***a's downfall To the point you can't stand Up at me and them s**as be like Cyhi's like king Tut to me Wasn't he the n***a with the puffy cheeks that suddenly shot at living luxury Them be the same ones that had busted me Most people k** over gluttony Growing up in this life of sin I swear this sh** done corrupted me, damn [Verse 3 - Marian Mereba] Namesake of a saint with the thoughts of a rebel I called bluff on the book as a kid Metaphor [?] in my head like a general Generally vexed by the verses they read Asked my brother why He said you'd better never ever ever ever ask again Then I heard the angels cry Then I haven't heard 'em since Skinny legs bending down on ashen knees Hands stuck together like the leaves onto the trees I was just a rethink praying to the sky like sky, tell me why? I don't believe in a garden I don't X7 Since every mama and papa I don't believe in a garden, no no So I set the leaves on fire I don't believe in your garden