God Is Love Lyrics - Dopium - U-god

[Intro: Cappadonna] 

Stay ya'll, atonement, this one is for you, yessir, aiyo 

[Cappadonna:] 

Aiyo, I grab flows and throw 'em with a twist of the wrist 

I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift 

I'm the reason why these MC's be changing they flow 

Cause everytime I spit mine, they can't get no dough 

Now ya'll rappers pay attention, ya'll don't know what it is 

You just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kids 

You not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your type 

You just wild to ya self, you not wild in the club 

You with your boys all the time, like a homo thug 

You ain't never with the honeys, you don't get no love 

You make music for these assholes that be on the block 

I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock 

Come on ya'll, ya'll don't really know what it do 

I drop jewels in your head like it's Purell shampoo 

Martin Luther King & Malcolm X, Don' and Baby U 

Spit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to church 

Ya'll taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worth 

Wu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to sound 

Ya'll keep picking up the hood, while you putting us down 

God is love, come on, ya'll 

[Chorus: Cappadonna] 

Come on, God is love, everybody say God is love 

Come on, ya'll say God is love 

God is love, love, God is love, love 

[U-God:] 

Gotta change my ways, my mother warned me 

Calmly'll speak, time to air my dirty laundry 

Angels that guard my body, lord, I'm sorry 

Lord, I'm sorry for the things I did 

It's strange out here, we bang out here 

Killas, drug dealers, they hang out there 

Cold stares, we don't care, we braid our hair 

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Got plan to escape, they fake out here 

Yea, they snakes out here, full of lies and deceit 

Yea, they take out here, son died on his feet 

Son cried in his sleep, can't forget his past 

He lost a glass ring, just to flip some cash 

He cried on the visit, his daughter kissed the glass 

I need your blessings, but I missed the mass 

I changed my ways, gotta shift the math 

I picked my path, my wrongs is right 

I used to hustle to the morning light 

Then I found out, son, that there's more to life 

They focused, indeed, my songs is tight 

And survival of the fittest, with all my might 

Got my legs and my brain, and all my sight 

No more grief, and my teeth is white 

And I never give up, and I keep the light 

[Chorus x2] 

[Killah Priest:] 

Hurses past us, demos, cast in stained glass windows 

Pubes, pools of baptism, views of black victims 

I snooze, catch visions of a beautiful world 

No funerals, God musical, unusual pearls 

Then, after it's judgement, then after the blood rips 

Off of body and soul, we like Marcus Garvey in the godliest robes 

And I awake from the sound of organs 

The sound of families mourning, fallen grabbing his coffin 

Will he fall or carried by the Lord wings 

Absorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youth 

So we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em to shoot 

Eve, ate out my fruit, then she, ate at my loot 

Now we, pitch on the stoupe, til we rich in the coupe 

Then someone snitch, you're found stiff in your boots 

You need lessons, brothers, while I predicted the booth 

Proverbs is truth, so who you listening to? 

[Chorus x2] 

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