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JAY POLITIC lyrics : "Cakes Mitchell Rap Contest"

Every time I close my eyes, I see the hurse.
Heat'll burst, on crowds that need to be dispersed.
I done seen the worst of Cleveland's works.

Find yourself, you need to search,
Don't be the next man a preacher hurts,
Lost soul, a fiend for church.

$#&@ the fifth, I'm here to plead the first.
Just the beginning, freedom of religion,
In times of conflict when you seekin' a decision

Its win lose record is leading the division,
See what I'm saying? It's like I'm speaking to your vision.
Unblind you with words, take a listen

People only equal what faith can give 'em
This country was founded off of atheism,
so why is god pounded into patriotism?

Your rap idle? Probably fake as $#&@.
Not even blowing the flame when his cake is cut
Not givin' a chance, I'm taking luck

Dreams of death, upset, when I'm wakin' up.
'Cause y'all done caused me lots of stress,
don't know how to act but you've gots to test.

Love claiming 'Po you not the best',
Only a few though, I done shot the rest.
Because I hate that faceless chatter,

so let's take a bar to face this matter.
I'll devour that tasteless platter
You like to call your favorite rapper.

Mention him again you'll be preaching your last fate
My name when you speaking of past greats
I took this on two weeks notice, and I started a week and a half late.

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