WadedaGod - The Sermon

I spent hours on the craft making the skills stronger
In a sense you can say I been in the field longer
A smooth dude I don't need that steal monster but ill still haunt ya king
Im the ghost of Killmonger
Dangerous if you try to hang with this brain it gets ugly
Never claim to be gangsta I made my own lane and they love me
Its a shame how these lames be arranged in the game and they lucky
I remain in my lane and refrain from the chains of the money, so I
Just sit back relax a bit, Im passionate about this rapping shit, Its far from an accident
I puff cigars in the back of whips laughing with the baddest chick
Sharing my last name getting that magic stick
The devil must be shaking, its like Will Smith shooting a zombie movie
I am legend in the making
The perfect picture my verbal canvas like a Picasso
Put me on stage Ill kill Apollo like I was Drago
The most intelligent veteran rhyme peddling guy from the Chi better than my brethren
Heaven was showing off when they made the god
Now everybody knows my name its like Caucasian bars
So raise ya glasses and Cheers to the fact that 'm here
With an immaculate ear for the track and the snare killing any rapper
That's near/crossing me is bad luck like cracking a mirror
Im so dope like crack on a mirror,the rap savage is here
To raise the bar higher than barb wire on fences
To fix ya lips to curse the god is highly offensive
I got some dudes to blast for me(blasphemy) and they mighty religious
You outta bow(Alter) when you see me and ask for forgiveness
But who am I to judge, Chicago I am a product of, so when I rap they show a lot of love
And its appreciated deeply when Im speaking freely
To be quite honest I never thought it would be this easy
Its like my purpose on this earth is to rehearse all of these words I put in verses
My mind writes in cursive
The limelight is worthless if ya hind sights imperfect
Finna take em to church its time for the early service
The most slept on weapon to hop out of a booth since Stephon when he was Urkle
Im feeling like ninja turtles
How that Oose got me moving maneuvering through the city slums hoods
And every ghetto across America
Airing ya wit a pair of Derringers daring ya
Cuz its apparent nobodies better with letters or metaphors
Beheading competitors, the predator is rap with a better force
When I snap and rap circles round the track like a headless horse, all bets is off
Im the best like I said before cut from a special cloth till I rest at heavens doors
Its Wadedagod and the lord is my witness, hang the beat up and cross it out, IT IS FINISHED

Written by:
JASON STINSON, MARCUS WADE

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