J4ck - METAFOUR

I'm on the night shift
Shit getting way too deep
She wanna blow up my line
Tell her it come with a fee
She lovin all over my body
She move to the tune of the beat
She wanna know when i deposit i tell That lil bitch that i don't keep receipts
I need a brand new whip
I want a brand new house
I need a brand new bitch gon who Come over she lemme spit in her mouth
Some people say that is disgusting
Tell a bitch go to be free
She wanna go do what i want do tho
And she wanna come kick it with me

I'm takin that shit as a compliment
But i don't want her around me if I'm being honest
Too busy been thinking bout things that i gotta get
It should be obvious,
Too busy being oblivious
Music i made at the start was ridiculous
Now i done grown up i've taken them shits to the chest
I don't need anymore rest
'Bout to start coming for necks
Never had a co-sign
Never had a show time
But i been rapping still
Running outta your time
Had enough of your rhymes
We can tell cap from real
You don't only gotta be working as hard as me
Also you gotta be working as smart as me
No one can tell you what it is you gotta be
You figure that shit out cause it's every man for himself
Every man for himself
We are the workers we make the all shit
And i think we deserve all the wealth
They keepin shit to theyself
Meanwhile we stocking up all of they shelves
So they can make profit and sell
And keep us in a livin hell
We are the people we in this together don't let them make us into enemies
They have all the money they have all the power they have all the shit to make remedies
There's only two parties no wonder that all of us have been driven to extremities
We need to indict all them fuckers in power who make us all pay for their felonies

I'm on the night shift
Shit getting way too deep
Got me here thinking bout life
And all of the things i believe
All of us only got one shot
Accept whatever you gon be
Clouds will be here but only for a moment so do not hesitate the least
I live in the land of the lost
Building a world to be free in
Your soul is about what it cost
To achieve all the things that you're seeing
Think you wanna be at the top
Well fuck it bro try to go be it
My only thing is you gotta get past me and sorry I am undefeated

Back at it again I'm a savage again
An addict who forming a habit again
I'm passionate
You don't know the half of it
Studying the raps so you never say that Jack was a trend
Who own the oil
Who own the banks
Who fund the war
Killin' with tanks
Who own the jails
Who make the food
Shit getting stale
What's up with the news
The past never dead cause it happens again
Gotta know the facts cause the future depends
On all of us knowing what the fuck is going on so you just gotta be diligent reminding all your friends
It's nineteen eighty four
Not likely they restore
The psyche of the four
Hide the metaphor
I'd be better for
Siding with the Lord
Life what Heaven for
Strive for better more yuh

I'm on the night shift
Shit getting way too deep
She wanna blow up my line
Tell her it come with a fee
She lovin all over my body
She move to the tune of the beat
She wanna know when i deposit i tell That lil bitch that i don't keep receipts
I need a brand new whip
I want a brand new house
I need a brand new bitch gon who Come over she lemme spit in her mouth
Some people say that is disgusting
Tell a bitch go to be free
She wanna go do what i want do tho
and she wanna come kick it with me
I'm on the night shift
Shit getting way too deep
Got me here thinking bout life
And all of the things i believe
All of us only got one shot
Accept whatever you gon be
Clouds will be here but only for a moment so do not hesitate the least
I live in the land of the lost
Building a world to be free in
Your soul is about what it cost
To achieve all the things that you're seeing
Think you wanna be at the top
Well fuck it bro try to go be it
My only thing is you gotta get past me and sorry I am undefeated

Who own the oil
Who own the banks
Who fund the war
Killin' with tanks
Who own the jails
Who make the food
Shit getting stale
What's up with the news
It's nineteen eighty four
Not likely they restore
The psyche of the four
Hide the metaphor
I'd be better for
Siding with the Lord
Life what Heaven for
Strive for better more
Who own the oil
Who own the banks
Who fund the war
Killin' with tanks
Who own the jails
Who make the food
Shit getting stale
What's up with the news
It's nineteen eighty four
Not likely they restore
The psyche of the four
Hide the metaphor
I'd be better for
Siding with the Lord
Life what Heaven for
Strive for better more

Let's turn in our Bibles to Ephesians six twelve for
Our study this evening
It's nineteen eighty four
Not likely they restore
Paul has encouraged them to be strong in the Lord
In the power of His might
Put on the whole armor of God
The whole armor of God
That we might be able to stand against
The wiles of the Devil and now we realize
Why we need the whole armor
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood
But against principalities
Against powers
Against the rulers of darkness of this world
Against spiritual wickedness in high places
In high places
Our real battles are not physical battles
Our battle is against spirit forces

Written by:
John Edmunson

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