GODS PLAN Lyrics

Well, here comes my broadcast colleague, the Loose Cannon himself, who

I'm sure is going to have a lot to say about his matchup with

Stone Cold Steve Austin at the King of the Ring

Austin and Pillman at one time were tag team partners

They know each other very, very well

And when you talk about tag teams, of course, this Monday on Raw

Shawn Michaels and Stone Cold defend the tag titles against the

Legion of Doom as we take you up to Vince McMahon

What did it feel like when Stone Cold broke your ankle

It hurt. It hurt a great deal.

But the night he broke my ankle, the night he took away the use of my left leg

He gave me the greatest gift of all, Revenge

Yeah

God playing the Sims with life edges. And all my choices are set on devil settings

Like holding God hostage for a blessing, for times he sat by and he wasn't present

Heard me ask why the explanation wasn't vetted

I'm a jealous God, too. I told him I'd never forget it

Master the slave, strong niggas beheaded

Tied to a horse and pulled apart, I can't forget it

You gonna leave me here? Better days ahead

I'm a branded cattle owned and long flesh is dead

This book is missing the truth. African Shakespeare

Built the city diplomats claim everything here

Praying you send us some change here

Cross Jesus nailed up let us remain here

Don't know my original name clear

Tobe to be alief that name came out of fear

Prior to you worship in heaven came near

My mama's struggle My daddy pained near

The devil persuaded that God logic is unclear

Punished us for being cold in the field of fear

Weather severe. Mother nature produced storms here

No Ty son words feast on the ear

Oh, let's buy it unvote or you not black here

Appreciate the hate and love Both collapse here

Disease ridden and chemically unbalanced

Being a blessing is a curse and a talent

Piecing together life, situational fragments

Commandment to breed niggas attachments

Can't serve two masters It's refreshing

Issa gonna be here shackled in oppression

Surprise. We missed the message

Miss it ain't the carriage It's your trauma perception

Negro spirit, your old time niggas shit blessing

From table scrap scrapes fail your heart congested

You left dog Your name backwards spell suggestion

Left for race unprotected watch murder selected souls you collected

Ghostbuster containment section

Niggas left for dissection. Elite take organ message

Speak facts

Harvest shells of Henrietta Lacks.

Chair made from the skin off a slave's back

Jack, my Johnson's created the wrench. In fact

History is his story is true for roots of facts

Bitch

So they're in the equalizer

Which I would suspect is what we are likely to see then at the king of the ring

Whatever it takes. That's what we'll see. And Steve knows that

That's what separates me from Stone Cold. Steve's fate pulse of morality

That's what led him on this trek of sanctity

Steve's fate pulse of morality. That's what led him on this trek of sanctity

Figured he could erase all that we did

Well, Steve, you can't wash the blood from your hands

You saw it and you did it. You're as guilty as me

But come king of the ring, you better hope that John and not Steve 316 applies