take it away. ft. B.Slade Lyrics

Why is no one ready?

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

Young people you know the dealy

8 Mile, Detroit is the city

Chitown uptown East Philly

I mean really? I mean really...

Jacky got her hair sitting pretty

Red bottoms got you sweeping through the city

She snatching wigs and they snapping pics

Now the album's out better text your friends

Give me something I can feel, feel

Because the God I serve is real

Real (yes He Is)

Fight my battle if I'm still

Still (yes He will)

He's my buckler and my shield

My shield

We wrestle not against

Flesh and blood but principalities

Did you hear me when I said ?

Keep it up devil and I promise

That you'll see another side of me

I ain't playing no more

Messing with my family

My church and my community

Enough is enough

You gotta give my stuff now

You can take my money

You can take my friends

You can take my Audi

You can take my Benz

You can take my jewelry

You can take my Louis

You can't you can't

Take my joy away

Devil, you-you can't

Take my joy away

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it away

Take it

Take it

Take it

Can't take it away

Anybody working on a building?

I'm working on a building

Not made by hand

Anybody working on a building?

I'm working on a building

Not made by man

My soul is happy

My soul is happy

My soul is happy

Happy

Happy

Take it by force and say

Enough is enough

Take it by force and say

Enough is enough

Had the audacity

To mess with my stuff, now

You can't you can't

Take my joy away

Devil, you-you can't

Take my joy away

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it away

Take it

Take it

Take it

Can't take it away

Enough is enough

You gotta give my stuff now

Anybody working on a building?

I'm working on a building

Not made by hand

Anybody working on a building?

I'm working on a building

Not made by man

My soul is happy

My soul is happy

My soul is happy

Happy

Happy

Why is no one ready?

You can take my crib

And you can take my whips

And you can have the keys to my truck

Cause my praise is kinda like gasoline

You strike and imma blow up

So basically like Jacky ? said

A few bars ago enough

And I'm over all the shenanigans

And I'm not repeating myself again

You keep playing chords like this again

Then the church is gonna get buck again

Then the praise is gonna go up again

Then the church is gonna go up again

And up again and up again

The praises gonna go up again

Come on...

Joy....

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it away

Take it

Take it

Take it

Can't take it away