Allen Thomas - Cypher (feat. Dre Loc, Drew Anderson & Hilgy) Lyrics

Wanted to show my full range
Off top, we gone do this for the Tone
Start it off, so I gotta set the tone
Longing for heaven's doors, 'til then this is home
They talk about the stars, but we do it for one a Lone
Texas my new residence right before Corona
Me and wifey packed our bags just like God told us
Whether it's a season or for life, it's in order
Don't need to know the reason why cuz we keep it strictly soldier
The pots boiling
Time to check the stove
Trumpets blowing
On the mark, get set, are you ready to go?
Lace them boots up
Moving ahead with a spur
Headed to the battlefield to deliver the cure
Cut the compromise, promise I don't want no cop out
You can put the church on lockdown
But you ain't finna shut God down
Covered in the blood, don't need to drink the Koolaid
Tell the world the son rose before it's Doom's Day and it's too late
Aye, I said we too far gone
From the world to the kingdom from the Tone to the throne, aye, aye
We came to make His name known
From the Terrace to the Heights beyond the Alamodome
Christ side representer
Push the word like weight, certified soul winner
I wish we all could come together like we should
You know it's all good when I pull up in your hood
Lifting Him up and I ain't talking telekinesis
Faith increases as we plead and apply the blood of Jesus
Pray without ceasing, yeah we do this 24/7
Whatever we bind on earth shall be bound in heaven
The spirit of the Lord is upon us to set the captives free
'Cause who the son sets free is free indeed
And since the streets won't go to church we taking the church to the streets
Puttin'em up on this gospel serving sermons over beats
Yeah, look, ayo, it's 210 the countdown city homie 'til the trumpet blow
From dumping dope and slumping folks to laying hands and dealing hope
Yo, listen up they kicked me off their tours, they said I rocked the boat
But if truth and fruit is why they did it, bro then I want all the smoke
Okie doke, until the sky is broken and the groom returns
No twists and turns, I'll operate in excellence, no Mr. Burns
Misfit is my Social Club, shouts to Marty and to Fern
Yo, most of y'all was wearing masks before you heard of Covid germs
Eternity that's no return, no end in sight I'm heaven bound
And not a single one of your opinions gonna turn me round
If you don't like the truth in bars I promise you should turn me down
Yo, I am not like most of them, won't rap or speak it watered down
I'ma hit them wit a cypher
I'ma get lit like a lighter
Listen to fat chain 'member when Peter ate pizza hmm that's Piper
Writer what I always been
I trust son of man, I ain't gotta tribe, but I got the upper hand
I connect puns from tracks way back that's why they go snap like rubber band
Ratt pack junkie, ain't that funny, left the game full, came back hungry
My logic deposits to the coin base account now I got amounts IRS ain't happy with
This ain't never happenstance
I ain't never had to grab a hand to show me how to do what I be doing
I'm just building up the myer ruins
I been oozing passion from the jump
Learned it from my unc
I ain't gotta cuss on a record to get your attention
I been blessed by the holy one
I put faith in holy son, I ain't gotta hold a blunt
My mentality is just trying to do 5% of everything that Kobe's done like