Wake Up Jacob (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Yeah

Ok, let me put it all together

Shut up and listen

Check it

Praising YAH, forget the foolery

Y'all out here acting out my bars this a movie scene

The endings looking tragic

All gasps by the masses

Educating dummies, but they chose to skip the classes

Comfort on those hard county bunks or a casket

The aim is doing better, but we're aiming with the ratchets

Talking down on queens but laying with the ratchets

Sex just for pleasure, enabling the bastards

I pray to spread the music and retaining all the masters

Gallows looking gully, shoot hanging all the pastors

The futures looking murky but I keep the vision crystal clear

Disappear, then reappear spitting like my teeth missing

Think different, beasts claim positions but the seat missing

Keep hissing, taking righteous strolls with they feet missing

Keep clicking, took righteous scrolls, tried to keep twisting

This is how I praise Yahowah yeah my beats different

I'm confident in the art Samy keep mixing

I still got some bars I'm gone keep spitting

I still got some scars I'm gone keep healing

Prostrate for Yahowah I'm gone keep kneeling

Raise y'all hands in the air we bought to breach ceilings

Spreading knowledge over wax tryna reach billions

Get our brothers and our sisters out the street dealings

The breath of life to praise Yahowah what a sweet feeling

Wake Up Jacob

Wake Up Jacob

Wake Up Jacob

Wake Up Jacob

Move Yacov out this land to his home

Shalom Captivity, Gods look like they from Rome

Take it back to Greece, not a knot up in ya comb

Z throw a bomb, if try to throw a stone

Setting up the bars to give you comfort like ya home

This that country backdrop, table, vase with the rose

Mainstream sound, praise Yahowah, this a zone

Dropped Pressure for a purpose last feasting, famines on

Too many, when's the next album texts coming to my phone

I'm in the zone, hit you with bars like a Vonage box

Knowledge dropping rap with an edge and a sonic pop

Think you head strong I just done caught y'all with this body shot

Todays modern rap to the sandbox

Tryna educate my people how they got us in a land swap

And the plans botch, Yahowah may the land rock

Plymouth rock jam not, Jim Crow, rat bird

Z. dot mad word

Too reals is my adverb, ironically I adverb

Add a lil reverb you get all the classics

Music for the spirit with a message to the masses

Buried alive tryna break em out they caskets

Its drastic

Mega my tactics

Holy adlibs

Brew, lyrical blacksmith

I fashion these words to a T

But that T ain't a cross and our god not a tree

Ain't that some tea

Our Gods not a man that's deceased

Religion ain't religion ach religion's a disease

Yahowah echad so our God don't come in three

Deuteronomy six four and that's before you come for me, you sleep

Wake up Jacob

And with blindness

We so blind, we can't see that the God they gave us to worship look exactly like them

Huh

And we can't see after you gave us that fabricated story

why years later we came over here on slave ships

Huh

That he died to save the world of sin

How come it didn't redeem us

Huh

How come it didn't redeem us

That story's fake as Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs