Beat the Block Up

Beat the block up, free my patna, speak with honor Peep the posture, a seasoned scholar, I keep it proper Demon stalker, eat the choppa, he leakin' lava Need a doctor, keep your chakra, I seek the Father Stayin' Holy, stayin' lowly, can't control me Favor on me, hatin' on me, fake and phony Load the bases, I'm going places, I'm closing cases Poker faces, no folding, flaking, Jehovah saved a Young, crazy, rowdy Clayton County resident I've been places you never went I've got cousins who spin the block And make the choppa stutter, like a speaking impediment Say lil' homie, the reason you buy bull Is prolly 'cause you ain't reading the Testament It would lessen your lessons unless sin is just your element That's elementary like L-M-N-O-P I could go from show to show and tote a pole As long as totem poles if you want it I'd rather show a soul, to the scrolls that Jehovah spoke When He wrote it, I'm floatin' I been havin', I got killers serving life sentences hittin' me You know the bars real When they givin' my pen, attention in the penitentiary Make your list, but don't forget to mention me They call me the big 450 'Cause when I spit, I hit my target The flow up and down like Crypto market The way my body covered in the blood I'm just prayin' a Crip don't mark it, this gon' spark it Get your guard up 'Cause I'm darting at eenie-meenie-miney, pick an artist They say, "How he get metaphors, and deliveries With all of the synonyms?" It's 'cause one day he met a force that delivered he From all of the sin in him Monty a proven, prodigy From nothin' I grew a colony, a true Monopoly For demons that choose to follow me, the bullets start flying Something like, "Doo-doo-doo-Deuteronomy" Gas gunnin', trash dumpin', facts pumpin', cap crushin' The industry done tried to beat me down Man, I wish my dawg could see me now Couldn't feed my child, they evil, foul They wonder how I even smile I slept on the floor while they slept, on my flow huh Guess we even now Hey, I'ma a certified speaker knocker I could make you delete your roster Hey, label heads sendin' frequent offers But I promise I don't need ya dollar Most of these rappers just actin' on the Internet And they need an Oscar Without the Web, you Peter Parker I make demons flee and holler, when I Beat the block up, free my patna, speak with honor Peep the posture, a seasoned scholar, I keep it proper Demon stalker, eat the choppa, he leakin' lava Need a doctor, keep your chakra, I seek the Father Stayin' Holy, stayin' lowly, can't control me Favor on me, hatin' on me, fake and phony Load the bases, I'm going places, I'm closing cases Poker faces, no folding, flaking, Jehovah saved a Young, crazy, rowdy Clayton County resident