The Pro Letarians - Church lyrics

[Into: Jupiter Jim] It's live! [Verse 1: Jupiter Jim] Feel like I'm Midget Marley in Atlantic city I should call the chiefs and demand a sitting This beat hard got me feeling like a gangsta rapper This beat hard got me feeling like a gangsta rapper I swear to God these girls love me like I'm dealing dope Can't trust your eyes the best magicians reveal the most Wise off of old people's anecdotes My flow sick and ain't nobody got the antidote Turn this up is they counting money in the back room My middle school, they're doing deals in the bathroom It's lunch time with a table full of drug dealers They from other side of town, they some thug n***as Their hands either shaking up or pa**ing cash I'm the only one that the table pa**ing cla** They showed me love, I kept it real that's on my momma though! Only cool n***a on the honor roll We headed to the top and getting closer every day Lord help the poor souls standing in my way What you about? Remaining real? I heard the doctors gave up, we remaining ill! I heard they cooking up the scheme, got the stainless steel But I don't got a mark on me like I'm stainless steel And I'm stainless still [Hook: Jupiter Jim] Good Lord, oh my word Got their hands up like it's time to go to Church Huh? Like it's time to go to Church huh? Like it's time to go to Church boy Please leave your opinions at the alter Too big for your britches, you should get them altered I know you hate when it's time for the offering… You ain't got nothing to offer [Verse 2: Jupiter Jim] Uh, somebody get the pastor This ain't gonna cut it man, this is just a disaster These n***as jumping out their bodies like Casper I just do it cause it's in my blood like plasma I'm what happened if Pacino was a negro And he sold cold verses instead of kilos And got lost in the flow like I was Nemo And knock it out the park on some Great Bambino! Man… y'all n***as is Bambi Oh, I bet these n***as can't stand me Got something for the colored girls like Ambi Oh Lord, I swear it's not fair like vanity We just adding to the insanity Every track is a record My track record's your fantasy I know you love the way I throw it down… That's how it feels when you become what you plan to be Damn can it get any better? Who knows? Oh you think you rapping good, huh? Kudos I am Jupiter Jim, y'all are Plutos I'm D1, my competition is JUCOS [Hook: Jupiter Jim] Good Lord, oh my word Got their hands up like it's time to go to Church Huh? Like it's time to go to Church huh? Like it's time to go to Church boy Please leave your opinions at the alter Too big for your britches, you should get them altered I know you hate when it's time for the offering… You ain't got nothing to offer [Verse 3: Jupiter Jim] Hold on I'm always first man, I'm never last It's my world now, you'll never last They try to box me in, I brought my Everlast I get charged for battery like Durablast Golly, I'm knocking n***as like I'm Ali I got my guards up and they ain't trying to guard me Why they trippin, I'm just tryna trip at parties Buy all black, some call it Tyrese Y'all slipping, get familiar with the protocol My whole team is extreme as motocross Look me in my eyes when I take my solars off You never look me in my eyes, that's how I know your soft This bad energy ain't beneficial to my health They talking wreck, I keep my middle fingers to myself Cause I don't give a f** These n***as lame, that's why I came to deliver us The new testament, testament to my excellence Don't forget the future cause you will soon be recollecting it They see my shows, they ain't been the same ever since I'm at the top of my game, oh you ain't ever been? They catching spirits at my shows, got them testifying I'm k**ing flows, got me on the stand testifying Puts some girls in your videos, don't objectify them Good luck with that man, call up the chaplain… [Hook: Jupiter Jim] Good Lord, oh my word Got their hands up like it's time to go to Church Huh? Like it's time to go to Church huh? Like it's time to go to Church boy Please leave your opinions at the alter Too big for your britches, you should get them altered I know you hate when it's time for the offering… You ain't got nothing to offer