Psya - Benjamin

Full court press
94 feet
All gas no breaks
Till I'm 6 feet
Spitting it was written
And it's all fact
Been down ten toes
And they all flat
Pull up to my city
Check the guest list
If we don't know you
Keep your eyes on the exit
When it's up
It's stuck
Is you riding for the Lord
What's up

This ain't ya choir boy singing
Church bells ringing
Dancing in the isle
Praying to a wooden idol
I'm liable
To go psycho
Play the odds tryna beat it
Like a young Michael
I was dead on arrival
But know the only rivals in my head
Got my brothers from another
Like a baker with the bread
Ain't no capping in my rapping
This is poetry in motion
What I'm quoting from the script
Is like the caption for the action
Talk about the stash in the spot
But I ain't wit it
Cause I'm about this truth
And I talk it how I live it
When you was in the kitchen
With pots and the whipping
I was painting vivid pictures
Like Picasso with the vision
I can still see the day
But I digress
Moved across the states
Now they talk about my dialect
See me face to face
Ain't no talking they don't try that
Seen your favorite elder outta state
Bet he fly back
Scoffers always on computer screens
Drunk typing
But see em in person for the smoke
They non-violent
Born to slay giants
And humbling the tyrants
East side till I die
Stand boldly and defiant
Psya

Full court press
94 feet
All gas no breaks
Till I'm 6 feet
Spitting it was written
And it's all fact
Been down ten toes
And they all flat
Pull up to my city
Check the guest list
If we don't know you
Keep your eyes on the exit
When it's up
It's stuck
Is you riding for the Lord
What's up

Hands down
It's another man down
Baptism him under water
Till you see that man drown
You can kill the old man
Till it births a new creature
Dirt up off his sole
Like a pair of new sneakers
Vibe hitting different
You can feel it through the speakers
Ears itching body twitching
Got em looking like a tweaker
Eyes leaking he ain't geeking
For that poison in the vein
Got a taste of what he seeking
In this life and can't obtain
The physical will fade
And the spirit will remain
All gold is from the ground
And the flesh is all the same
The flames of the fire
Are the trials and affliction
Purify us
While we keep surviving these conditions
The blood of the Lamb
It covers me
I was in the streets ova East
Angels hovering
Opps took a shot
In the field bullets come for me
The Lord was the sword and my shield
And my comforting
Run it please

Full court press
94 feet
All gas no breaks
Till I'm 6 feet
Spitting it was written
And it's all fact
Been down ten toes
And they all flat
Pull up to my city
Check the guest list
If we don't know you
Keep your eyes on the exit
When it's up
It's stuck
Is you riding for the Lord
What's up

Written by:
Blake Carthan

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