[T-Bone]

I'm sweet like cinnamon when I'm spittin this lyrical venum

Givin the rappers the blues like denim

When I'm killin em, fillin 'em wit these syllable

Synonyms of adrenaline spillin off my spiritual tongue

Then numbin 'em like penicillin

Plus I'm tryin to reach the lost like Gilligan God willin

The spiritual healin will stop the drug dealin and killin

Because I'm feelin like I'm ready to lose my mind

So many bullets be flyin and rydas be dyin

Gotta make a difference for instance

The inmates in prison make a bad decisions for lack of wisdom

So I cut them open and make incisions, fill 'em wit spitiualism

Tell 'em bout the one that's arisen

How they can be free in they spirit and have thier sins forgiven

By the one who died apon the cross

Cuz even when they were into all thier drinkin and smokin

He loved them even when they were lost

So please listen to me and stop dissin a G

Cuz I got they remedy on how ya'll can be free



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Blazin.... Microphones

Bringin nothin but that, Heat.... From the West Coast

Chase beats, Bone lyrics like Vito..... Corleone

We be runnin things so act like you.... All know

Boneyard can't be stop now



[T-Bone]

I'm not a Jehovah's witness

But I witness, for Jehovah

Back in the day, the first to slang cane, and bakin soda

But nowadays I like preachin the Word

Like a drug dealer slangin Holy rock on the curb

Contact smoke gotcha trippin of my rims, crush eyes and my rope

Plus I'm gifted wit flows and wrist is frozen

I thought you all knew dawg, I'm God's chosen

Highly favored, standin wit the elite that stands apart dawg

Anoited, bring the Word to the streets

Aint entertainin the fame or the set you claimin

The game of namin, unless the name I'm namin

Is Jesus on the throne and reinin, paintin a picture for G's bangin

On how the Lord can save em, train 'em like a Baltimore Raven

Engravin the name of Jesus across their heart, cuz it's breakin

Plus Satan is waitin, anticipatin and hatin but ones we got em

There ain't no escapin



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[T-Bone]

I been doin this for 12 years, it ain't easy ya'll

To make hit records that are off the heazy ya'll

Especially when them bustas sippin on the haterade

Talkin behind your back and tryin to stop ya on day to day

I dont make music for them playa hatas any way

This is for killers and thugs that's sippin on the Alize

Run aways and Ese's locked down in prison, why em

The one's ineed of a physcian and I know the perfect Doctor

Ya'll that can heal you when you answer to the altar call

He can fill all the emptiness and void in your heart

That's why I rhyme out of need and not love for the art

So listen, my only mission is soul fishin

So when the rapture happens

Faces will be on the back of milk cartons missin



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