Down for Whatever (feat. R3fugee)

Let me be less, then you'll be more

Let me be less, then you'll be more

Let me be less, then you'll be more

Pour me out, pour me out, pour me out

And yo, I'm down for whatever

And when I say whatever

I really mean whatever

Not whatever you think that I mean

If you really bout it

And you never doubt it

Stand up and shout it

We rebel against the machine

Yo Hospital Can't heal him so we gotta bring him Jesus scholars want fruit not a 95 thesis days of

Martin luther, MLK junior, charismatic folks screaming out hallelujah breaking the breaking down trying

To send him on a mission jesus got plenty sheep many of them missing some trying to make apostles

Passing down opinions the word creates disciples church begets minions where is our dominion if

The sun won't affect why we only seeking for them things that we lack ready to wash feet drop the

Mic and truly teach i've actually done it all before i'm living what i preach it ain't about

Me i'm living less on purpose less of me more of him reflective on purpose preaching my teeth

And baptized i'm laying hands on him coffee shops and gym while wearing the word on him hey

Let me be less then you'll be more, let me be less then you'll be more, let me be less then you'll be more, pour me out, pour me out, pour me out

And yo, I'm down for whatever, and when I say whatever, I really mean whatever, not whatever you think that I mean, if you really bout it, and you never doubt it, stand up and shout it, we rebel against the machine, so clean, cause I'm washed in the blood of the king, ten rounds down and I'm still in the ring, no running when I'm gunning for the title I'm deserving, hear him say well done, good and faithful servant, set it off like what you wanna get, if you really wanna spit, it's nothing we can spit, but if you really wanna get to work in these streets, we can turn off the beat, pick a place where we can meet

Down in the hood where it's numb to get deep, and they wait till people sleep, so they slide and they creep, robbing and they stealing and killing so they can keep, possessions that possess the heart full of greed, we get a bunch of homies, round them up on the curb, get that King James, break them off with the word, and lay hands on them, lay hands on them, catch the Holy Ghost and do a West Coast dance on them, it begins with confession of your sins, and I ain't judging you, I'm saying get born again, this rapping ain't nothing but a whole lot of talking, if we really full of faith, we need to start walking

I'm sick of both sides, talking about how much they ride, if the gospel's in the church, and the dead don't step aside, then they never get revived, or walk in the spirit, all I'm preaching means nothing to the lost souls, hear it

Let me be less, then you be more

Let me be less, then you be more

Let me be less, then you be more

Pour me out, pour me out, pour me out

And yo, I'm down for whatever, and when I say whatever, I really mean whatever, not whatever you think that I mean

If you really bout it, and you never doubt it, stand up and shout it, we rebel against the machine

Let me be less, then you be more

Let me be less, then you be more

Let me be less, then you be more

Pour me out, pour me out, pour me out

Let me be less, then you be more

Let me be less, then you be more

Let me be less, then you be more

Pour me out, pour me out, pour me out