[Intro: Cappadonna]Stay ya'll, atonement, this one is for you, yessir, aiyo[Cappadonna]Aiyo, I grab flows and throw 'em wit a twist of the wristI throw one inside your house like a Christmas giftI'm the reason why these MC's be changing they flowCuz everytime I spit mine, they can't get no doughNow ya'll rappers pay attention, ya'll don't know what it isYou just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kidsYou not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your typeYou just wild to ya self, you not wild in the clubYou wit your boys all the time, like a homo thugYou ain't never wit the honeys, you don't get no loveYou make music for these assholes that be on the blockI make music for the world, just to bring up my stockCome on ya'll, ya'll don't really know what it doI drop jewels in your head like it's Purell shampooMartin Luther King & Malcolm X, Don' and Baby USpit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to churchYa'll taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worthWu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to soundYa'll keep picking up the hood, while you putting us downGod is is love, come on, ya'll[Chorus: Cappadonna]Come on, God is love, everybody say God is loveCome on, ya'll say God is loveGod is love, love, God is love, love[U-God]Gotta change my ways, my mother warned meCalmly'll speak, time to air my dirty laundryAngels that guard my body, lord, I'm sorryLord, I'm sorry for the things I didIt's strange out here, we bang out hereKillas, drug dealers, they hang out thereCold stares, we don't care, we braid our hairLord, they hate out there, and there's jakes out whereGot plan to escape, they fake out hereYea, they snakes out here, full of lies and deceitYea, they take out here, son died on his feetSon cried in his sleep, can't forget his pastHe lost a glass ring, just to flip some cashHe cried on the visit, his daughter kissed the glassI need your blessings, but I missed the massI changed my ways, gotta shift the mathI picked my path, my wrongs is rightI used to hustle to the morning lightThen I found out, son, that there's more to lifeThey focused, indeed, my songs is tightAnd survival of the fittest, with all my mightGot my legs and my brain, and all my sightNo more grief, and my teeth is whiteAnd I never give up, and I keep the light[Chorus 2X][Killah Priest]Hurses past us, demos, cast in stained glass windowsPubes, pools of baptism, views of black victimsI snooze, catch visions of a beautiful worldNo funerals, God musical, unusual pearlsThen, after it's judgement, then after the blood ripsOff of body and soul, we like Marcus Garvey in the godliest robesAnd I awake from the sound of organsThe sound of families mourning, fallen grabbing his coffinWill he fall or carried by the Lord wingsAbsorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youthSo we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em to shootEve, ate out my fruit, then she, ate at my lootNow we, pitch on the stoupe, til we rich in the coupeThen someone snitch, you're found stiff in your bootsYou need lessons, brothers, while I predicted the boothProverbs is truth, so who you listening to?[Chorus 2X]