The Pulpit

Tryna reach the highest heights
what’s the buyers price
we supply the vibe
ya inner fire is what I ignite
caught the red eye, but I’m not a fly by night
I’m righteous shinin bright enough to blind ya site
preachin that good word from the pulpit
we the heat holderz the weak know that we full strength
my whole gang stars with the full clip
ski goggles bubble vest and the wool rich
nostalgic vibes, Maurice Malone
Karl Kani
used to play the crap table like it’s Harlem nights
I go to sleep wit a clear conscience
used to be in the streets like crumpled receipts and beer bottles
they trust my word so they still follow
life’s a hard pill to swallow
all alone I’m movin MONO
can I get a amen from the congregation
here’s my offering I know just how long you’ve waited