Feeling the Heat歌词-Reborn tha Rebizzle

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This is how it goes

When we're walking the streets

Spit the truth on the mic

While we're sparking the beats

These days are not sweet

Everybody wanna compete

We're feeling the heat

But death is all that ignorance will reap

This is how it goes

When we're walking the streets

Spit the truth on the mic

While we're sparking the beats

These days are not sweet

Everybody wanna compete

We're feeling the heat

But death is all that ignorance will reap

Yooo I gets ferocious

You better know this

Super Califragilstic Expialidocious

My Lord is where my hope is

I focus on the hopeless

That's why I wrote this

Cause this ain't no hokus pokus

In this city

We're getting gritty

And it's a pity

On how we're slaves to iniquity

And cats acting shifty

So please don't hate

Cause I'm speaking my peace

Seeking release

From the hands of this evil beast

Words revealed in my spirit

Then transmit through my soul

And lastly executed from my vocals

When I'm ripping a show

Just to break the devils hold

That's got full control

And it's the anointing

From the Ancient of Days

The God of old

Word is Born I'm on the scene

Just to build with the youth

Revealed the Truth

Jesus the Christ the absolute

Who can dispute

Ain't no man can oppose

So, keep it on mute

Cause I got the word

And I'm a make full proof

This is how it goes

When we're walking the streets

Spit the truth on the mic

While we're sparking the beats

These days are not sweet

Everybody wanna compete

We're feeling the heat

But death is all that ignorance will reap

This is how it goes

When we're walking the streets

Spit the truth on the mic

While we're sparking the beats

These days are not sweet

Everybody wanna compete

We're feeling the heat

But death is all that ignorance will reap

I'm like Matt Damon

In the realm of hip hop

I be the Rebourne Supremacy

Infiltrating to the tip top

I know it sounds like a Dre Track

And because I say that

That I'm against the gay raps

They might hate to play that

Cause I expose the impurity

That brought obscurity

And made our society

Into promiscuity

I'm like what is this

How can yar promote such wickedness

You gotta picture this

This generation is on Satan's hit list

So, take away from me 

The noise of your ring tones

Before I lyrically crush it

With the Word of The Great Stones

What's hip hop without lyrics

Like God without His Word

You can't separate the Two

Its inevitably absurd

I'm not saying that

God and hip hop is equal

Cause even hip hop must submit

To The God of the sheep fold

Cause God made all things

And distributed to His people

So, we combine it with the Word

To tread down the evil

This is how it goes

When we're walking the streets

Spit the truth on the mic

While we're sparking the beats

These days are not sweet

Everybody wanna compete

We're feeling the heat

But death is all that ignorance will reap

This is how it goes

When we're walking the streets

Spit the truth on the mic

While we're sparking the beats

These days are not sweet

Everybody wanna compete

We're feeling the heat

But death is all that ignorance will reap

Now it's time for me to preach

Now it's time for me to reach

This generation

Cause these days is mad deep

Where living in the end times

That's why I warn with rhymes

In God's eyes

America must pay for its crime

In forsaking The Most High

That cause most to be blind

We don't have to eat pork

But yet live worse than swine

Now we became Truth suppressors

Seekers of pleasure

Fleshly caresser

Also settling for lesser

But God will reward with

Double measure

It's the return of the dark ages

On how these spark gauges

The media spark hatred

This system cause souls

To be incarcerated

The sins of this world

Is very much overrated

So, I spit for the souls of man

Fish for the souls of man

Bring'em back whole again

No longer being control by sin

Ephesians 6

Gives me the right to bear arms

From the devil's harm

So, we sound the alarm

By blowing the horn

This is how it goes

When we're walking the streets

Spit the truth on the mic

While we're sparking the beats

These days are not sweet

Everybody wanna compete

We're feeling the heat

But death is all that ignorance will reap

This is how it goes

When we're walking the streets

Spit the truth on the mic

While we're sparking the beats

These days are not sweet

Everybody wanna compete

We're feeling the heat

But death is all that ignorance will reap