Truth Universal - Praise The Lord lyrics

VERSE I: Truth Universal 84 Hip Hop sickness that could not be cured Rap fanaticism turned to sharpening my sword Circa 1990, schooled by AM94 Back when Seafood City was on St. Bernard and Broad It's my pleasure and my duty, a love laden chore I'd change a few things on the path I've endured Made my greatest efforts to not be obscured Safe to say that I'm a product of the blocks I've explored Paid dues that average cat could not afford Urge support of independents, both implied and implored Studied and mastered the craft, blessed to be on tour Both domestic and abroad, rock and watch patrons applaud Humidity and Heat, but still we needed more So I called North Carolina and got Khrysis on the boards Standin' at the end of the microphone cord Truth Universal Self Ruler, Glory… Praise the Lord Hook: *Scratches by DJ Waht * VERSE II: Truth Universal Man, I'm New Orleans East, 9th Ward, workin' cla** Section 8 Destitute, but still contribute to the collection plates Help the building fund, don't just spit to be affectionate Man born Diego, to Louisiana rep meh state Black business first that's the difference my complexion makes I'mma spit ‘til Kingdom come, that's my best estimate I just wanna rock, galvanize, have on par sales And have it sewed up like Denise making Gordon Gartrells Live by the saying all things in moderation And prefer the compensation in larger denomination I'm less purp we smoke and Glock that we tote And more Electoral college vs. popular vote Not the Barry White baritone, dropping the notes On the pole dancer platforms ocular growth Is my main objective, I don't knock your approach But, struggle's my religion, I put stock in my quotes—Truth Hook: *Scratches by DJ Waht * VERSE III: Lyrik** Style I start on par, by far best best You finshin', I ain't even start yet An artist, I'm only jumpin' as high as the bar's set And running through these lines I'm Tony Dorsett You a Geo Prizm against a suped Corvette Better yet a pedestrian against a car yes, Todd Goetz Get hit in the bull's eye, do not bullsh** I Throw a sharp dart so it could hit my Opponent's proponent of ownership component Cable, took me from the phone in front to owner sh** We talking TV, 1080p, N8 innate bars bury you under the beat Gimmie 16 (verse screwed) what I spit through Rip me, b**h who? A pit against a sh**zu Old soul ain't sh** new but the tissue How I flush flunkies before a diss too!