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lirik lagu corey red & precise - christ out

[precise]
yo i’ma sign of the times, heart and soul in the rhymes
grab hold of your mind and give sight to the blind
every line i design, spit life to your mind
don’t like me, it’s fine but the christ gotta shine
did crime for the rent, sip wine getting bent
every time, came and went, tryna find what it meant
meant god and he changed that, co. rearrange that
now when i talk, some say, you a strange cat

[corey red]
ayo it’s like this
when krs dropped criminal minded
i had the heat on the block, i was criminal minded
i’ll put the heat to your knot, i was mentally blinded know i mean?
the devil had my mind ….
my style was gutter, the streets was ill like vietnam
forget your chick, i rather try to talk with your mom
walk with your moms, arm and arm to the tell, lights out
but i’m no longer living grimey, i’m christ out

[corey red]
my flows hard, walk with the armor of god
i’m not laughing, i stay strong arming for god
i’m like samson, but i already ran through delilah
so i ain’t even tryna hold hands with delilah
you’s a thug in the street with a love for the street
in the club with your peeps with your tongue in a freak
now you busting your heat, spilling blood in the street
if it ain’t the son you seek, you run with the beats
[precise]
you can run with your peeps, getting ones in the street
bust guns in the street ’til you under the street
preacher reading the psalm, 23rd to your mom
tryna understand how you under 30 and gone
now your seed is alone in the cold war zone
take a guess what he do, by the time he all grown
so i offer the lord when i spit through the cord
engineer feel the power when he mix on the board

[precise]
i go back like emcees and rope chains
black people and soul train
mami i would’ve given you propane to bag that
did a 180 instead of tag that
offer you the christ, the cross, hoping you grab that
straight from the island like the verrazzano
black and italiano play together on satan’s piano
never sells out
i rather push me a cab than to hide jesus just to push me a jag

[corey red]
now you can murder me by emptying a nine in my head
but when christ return, i will rise from the dead
the crews my nine and i’ma hit you right in the head
instead of bleeding you’ll be leaking all the lies you were fed
we into souls before platinum and gold
but if we go platinum and gold we reach more souls
not ashamed of the fact we christ out
like an ill punk rocker, who smoke dust with green hair, spiked out

- lirik lagu corey red precise

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