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Ice Cube:d*mn, so you still out here waitin, huh?
Reverand:Mmmhmmm
So you don't mind if I go on 'n take this watch and the, car keys?
Nah, Jesus'll give me another one
Aight den, cool
(Dog barks while he starts car and drives off)
Listen to the preacher man,
But are you talkin' to me?
I can't here ya with a mouth full of pigs feet,
Pry' shouldn't eat the swine fless,
Ya body is a mess, but ya blessed,
With the Father, Son, Spirit, and the Holy Ghost,
But my whole neighborhood is comatose,
Lookin' for survival,
The devil made you a slave,
And he gave you a bible,
Four hundered years of gettin' our as* kicked,
By so-called Christians and Catholics,
But I'mma watch 'em burn in the fi-re,
See I'mma G that's why I ain't in ya choi-r,
'Cause I see, 'cause I know,
The church ain't nothin' but a fashion show,
Get the devil do a one-eighty-seven,
And they won't call me a nigg*,
When I Get To Heaven,
Your waitin' for the devil to come form the ground,
Clown, take a look around,
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin',
A beast, in sheeps clothin',
But I'm rollin',
With that knowledge itself,
'Cause Heaven ain't just wealth,
So mister preacher,
If I can't pay my tide,
Do I haf'ta wait outside?
White man, please take another look,
'Cause we couldn't be readin' out the same book,
'Cause you's a crook, and I'm a brotha,
King James had sex with his motha,
Is that your edition? Is that your religion?
Black man you gotta make a decision,
'Cause God is comin' on day number seven,
And they won't call me a nigg*,
When I Get To Heaven,
The same white man that put me in the slamma,
He bombed a church in Alabama,
So if I c*cked the hammer God won't mind,
If I have to kill the human swine,
'Cause God is a killa from the start,
Why you think, Noah had to build his arc,
And God is a man from his feet to his hair,
That's why you say aMEN, after each and every prayer,
I just stare at the church man,
Spendin' more money on the "church-ban",
Buddy Lodges' got a plan,
Had the white man screamin',"d*mn, that FAIR-i-can,"
'Cause one day these babies'll up rise,
Much more than bow ties and Levis,
Kickin knowledge at the Seven-Eleven,
And they won't call me a nigg*,
When I Get To Heaven,
.....But when it come to standin' up, we find a convenient excuse, to lay down, back away from struggle.
