Spent my first 25 trapped in church culture, fending off the vultures
Then you damn right I became too vulgar
I called them all on there shit, it was fuckin’ sulfur
Like King James I broke away and the game was over

Crossed the fuck over, I guess it was by divine design
But I’m like a fine red wine, I only get better with time
I spit my rhymes, smoke green, and chill on cloud nine 
And yeah you hating but motherfucker, you in decline

You need to rewind and press pause on this bitch
I’m Harry Kane with a hat-trick, I’ll run you off of this pitch
So, go and snitch, that’s cool, you can tell your pastor and shit
That ya boy Matty Ice lost his mind and fell off of his fuckin’ hitch

But you know that’s a lie, I’ve been on my grind 
It’s been on my mind that I got 2 bestselling books by the time that I penned this rhyme
Goddammit, it’s so divine, goddammit I can’t be confined
My flows and rhymes be fire, real like Genuwine

Bitch, I’m a horse you a pony, you Dell and I’m Sony,
I’m real like J-Lo and Rule, you real like Trump’s tan, phony
Fake, bitch ain’t it great how you can be so goddamn lightweight
And yeah you the devil, but still, I’m crafty like a snake

In the grass, I’m smoking that grass, that don’t mean I won’t be all over ya ass
Spittin’ that Master Class, rhymes in the upper class
Empty the pews en masse, fuck living out of the past, live in the present
You talkin’ way too much shit, I’m putting ya ass on blast

You guessed it, that’s right I said it, you damn right I meant it
Everything I say, laser focused, and yeah, I never regret it
I’m lit like a cigarette, sharp like a bayonet
Bitch you can’t handle my shit, so get the fuck off of my dick, you making me sick, shit

Spent 25 years, yeah 25 years
Preyed on by pastors, feeding off of my greatest fears
Spent 25 years, I won’t spend one more
I guess the devil got me, laid bare on the threshing floor

Pastor say he praying but we know he really be preying, shit
He needs you lined up in the pew is all I’m saying, shit
The dumber the better, just tell ‘em all what they wanna hear
Add a pinch of fear and they crawl back year after year

That’s the MO, it’s clear, the order of fuckin’ operations
Keep the sheep in line, remind them of hell, their own damnation
Ain’t that the foundation? Ain’t that the fixation?
They got you locked up in chains like a slave on a white plantation, but

Fuck that, ya boy finna buck back, ya boy finna clap back
Ya boy never backtrack, this shit is like combat, bitch it’s like that
I never retract, never react, these words are well thought out and shit
You fucked around too long to know what I’m ‘bout and shit

I’m pointed and harsh, I’m salty and dark, 
I’ll burn this shit all the way down to the ground in the middle of town if you give me a goddamn spark
And yeah, I’m that spark, it’s true, me and crew, me and my squad
I’m calling you all on your shit for being a fake, a fraud

You guessed it, that’s right I said it, you damn right I meant it
Everything I say, laser focused, and yeah I never regret it
I’m lit like a cigarette, sharp like a bayonet
Bitch you can’t handle my shit, so get the fuck off of my dick, you making me sick, shit

Spent 25 years, yeah 25 years
Preyed on by pastors, feeding off of my greatest fears
Spent 25 years, I won’t spend one more
I guess the devil got me, laid bare on the threshing floor

Spent 25 years, yeah 25 years
Preyed on by pastors, feeding off of my greatest fears
Spent 25 years, I won’t spend one more
I guess the devil got me, ain’t no reason to pray no more

25 Years

My mind going crazy
Thoughts be too dark, getting shady
Homies in the past, now they hate me
But I keep grinding, never lazy, they can hate me

All I wanna do is spit these rhymes, all the time
Fuck a record deal, on the real, unsigned
Gotta get these thoughts off of my mind
Real talk, real rap, always on my grind

Never take a day off, gotta get the payoff
All my haters at the bottom, yeah I’m in the playoffs
Like a jet I’m finna blast off, take off
Keep it 100, never falloff, drop off
Grab a mic and go off like a Molotov
You ain’t with me you get cutoff, jerk-off
You ain’t with me you get knocked off, run off
You ain’t with me you can kindly fuck off

Yeah my mind filled with anxiety, OCD
That’s why I worry incessantly, desperately
But that’s the reason my rhymes be the best of me
Venting my thoughts, never quit, till my mind set free
99 problems but yeah you ain’t one
Put you on blast but don’t carry a gun
Spitting my rhymes, this is work, not for fun
Kill my religion to follow the Son

Kill all my thoughts that don’t say we are one
Killing the gods that don’t love everyone
Kill your religion with utmost precision 
I made the decision to clear up my vision
I made the decision to keep it 100
You made the decision to think I am nothing
I’m proving you wrong bitch, now ain’t that something?
Now ain’t that something? From you I need nothing

You mumble and stumble all over yourselves
Sending your enemies straight off to hell
Turning your back on what you trying to sell
But I am a lion and you a gazelle

You running from truth, but it’s coming for you
That’s right motherfucker, yeah I thought you knew
I thought you knew, yeah, I thought you knew

You got my mind filled with anxiety, OCD
That’s why I worry incessantly, desperately
But that’s the reason my rhymes be the best of me
Venting my thoughts, never quit, till my mind set free
99 problems but yeah you ain’t one
Put you on blast but don’t carry a gun
Spitting my rhymes, this is work, not for fun
Kill my religion to follow the Son

Kill your religion to follow the Son
Kill your religion to follow the Son
Kill all the gods that don’t love everyone
Kill your religion to follow the Son

Kill Your Religion

How long ‘til they realize they fake?
How long ‘til they realize they snakes?
How long ‘til they banish they guns?
How long we gotta stay on the run?
How long? How long? How long motherfucker? That’s right, yeah, how long?
Who knows, but I know, that I gotta keep writing these flows, these songs
These rhymes, all the time, gotta clear, my troubled heart and my mind
These snakes they wanna banish me
These haters cast me out to sea
Trying to hold sin over me
But they don’t hold the church’s key
My God already set me free
These hucksters got nothing on me

You lost in a sea of religion
Hell bent on creating division
Cut us the fuck off, circumcision
So the prophets, yeah, we on a mission
We fuckin up your church’s system
With class and a bit of precision
Not to mention some fuckin derision
It’s time for reform and revision

This be my state of mind
This be my state of mind
This be my state of mind

Let’s get it:

I could be typical, never critical, subliminal
But like my boy Nate, finna be real with you, I deal with you
Straight to the point, yeah that be how I do, you criminal
Ain’t trying to hear it, but this shit overdue, bid you adieu
Call me a liar but I’m still coming through, that how I do
Spittin’ the truth, that’s right, I thought you knew, you pitiful
Livin’ my life while you be calling me a criminal
25 years up in the church, yeah then I withdrew

Was lost in a sea of religion
Hell bent on creating division
You cut me off, yeah, circumcision
So the prophets, yeah, we on a mission
We fuckin up your church’s system
With class and a bit of precision
Not to mention some fuckin derision
It’s time for reform and revision

This be my state of mind
This be my state of mind
This be my state of mind
This be for all mankind

State Of Mind

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