Lyrics

I always keep it a hunnid Just like my daily brachos when I'm finished Eved Hashem, yeah I been on a mission Murdering the instrumental with precision I always got it covered Like the challah during kiddish When I have the floor, I got no ceiling And I'm on the come up with my fellow yidden Bringing something new to the table Like it's time for the next course Boutta go off like the lights at havdala I'm not like no other, been killing every verse I see the rappers who not even making a kiddush Hashem and it hurts People think rap is a chillul Hashem 'cause they looking at them I'm sorry that's not how this works I'm changing the game Showing they ain't gotta follow the crowd in order to glorify His name It's flames when it goes down While the satan tries to stop me and then he goes down in flames And I'm still remaining while I'm looking down at all of his remains Yet every single time he finds a way to bounce back Okay well then I'ma do the same Keep on pushing day and night Future do be looking bright But let's make sure we're on the same page 'Cause without that בס"ד How else would I make it to the top, right? (top right) Long as He with me I'll be aight "Rapping yeshiva bochur, that's an odd sight Is he like the rest of 'em?" Well, no, not quite I leave 'em shook, no market Bava Kamma on that beat, had kavana l'hazik Haters looking like they giving tzedakah 'Cause they be acting outta pocket, woah All that profanity doesn't really suit me Send it straight to the cleaners And I can never get played by nobody Unless it's Werntatty up on the speakers Krunching the sugs like a cracker So that I'm ready when they be farherring (for herring) Beis Medrash, where the boys are dwelling What's pshat? Give me something compelling No ribbis but they have interest in what I'm selling And I'm not talking marror but the grind can bring tears to the eyes That's how you know you're excelling Back Shana Bet, they can't guard him No mikvah but I'm going all in Yetzer hara pulled up on me and I fought him I'm frum with the music, yeah I'm the solution Yet when I start rapping they say "you a problem" If I need my rebbe, I know I can call him I'm not a shochet but that beat I'ma slaughter And I'm always spittin it truly They know that I won't ever fold like my shirt with the collar Hashem made my body different The only thing about me that's worn out is my tzitzis Hakaras HaTov to the roof for this gift to rap Didn't even need the ribbons Truth in every sentence You could say I make a great parnassah on the mic the way I go to work No, I don't need more than two minutes It's krunch time, how you feeling
Writer(s): Binyamin Werner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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