Bear Fruit Lyrics

Yeah

Why the hell would I wear a jersey of another man

I got my own name and my own plan

My bars set the mind free and make the soul dance

They rap about death and perverted sex

To poison the minds of their own kin

For the paper notes signed by wicked white men

To be a free mason, you pledge allegiance to Satan

I slay a demon with ancient texts of scripture

The industry knows I'm a threat to their existence

The gay agenda is a threat to our existence

How do we procreate? That's a different topic

What you do to your genitalia is your own problem

I'm making love with my wife while we on the island

And then we bear fruit, that's how we made Zion

My daughter Beauty was shaped by God in my wife's vagina

I see mysteries inside the science

They tell lies about the universe

Got you thinking about satellites and planets

Though they can't leave earth, the firmament cannot be damaged

While these conscious rappers tread lightly

I drop bars that'll fuck up a man's psyche

Forget everything you ever learned

Old rappers, shut up, it's no longer your turn

Most of the producers that rap is really whack

Stick to the music, cause I ain't saying shit

But I'm the shit, I'll fuck your bitch and we lit

Oh, how creative, they all betas

But when they hear this, they probably call me a hater

Yeah, they probably call me a hater