On The Fifth Day The Lord Made Compton And Saw That It Was Fly Yall
I give up. As someone who has composed raps about thumb wrestling, accountants, and the monastic movement in early Christianity, I officiall concede defeat. I could never be as white as this. It is a hip hop version of the 23rd Psalm used by "hip hop masses." It was in Newsweek.
The Lord is all that, I need for nothing
He allows me to chill
He keeps me from being heated
and allows me to breathe easy
He gides my life so that I can
Represent and give shout outs in his name
And even though I walk through the hood of death
I don't back down for you have my back
The fact the he has me
Covered allows me to chill
He provides me with back-up
In front of player-haters
and I know that I am a baler and life will be phat
I fall back in the Lord's crib for the rest of my life
And it doesn't even rhyme. Jesus, you ruin everything.
The Lord is all that, I need for nothing
He allows me to chill
He keeps me from being heated
and allows me to breathe easy
He gides my life so that I can
Represent and give shout outs in his name
And even though I walk through the hood of death
I don't back down for you have my back
The fact the he has me
Covered allows me to chill
He provides me with back-up
In front of player-haters
and I know that I am a baler and life will be phat
I fall back in the Lord's crib for the rest of my life
And it doesn't even rhyme. Jesus, you ruin everything.