BELOW the BELT FREESTYLE (feat. Jon Keith & Mogli the Iceburg)

Yeah ok

Mary had a little lamb

And He the reason I'm the goat

I wanna learn to walk on water

Yeah I just wanna buy a boat

I know I've always had a problem just doin what I'm told

God sneezed in my face boy this a different kind of cold

That's cold I'm callin the police

If you a dog than I'm Goddard bark bark

Don't even bother I left the dark side and met my father

Yes

It turns out that I'm a Skywalker

I get them hands high without a chopper

Brrr

Dummy

The whole tribe goin Kirk and I ain't talkin Franklin

Nah

Life put me in the dirt and I forgot to thank him

Thank you

Cause then it led me to the church and I don't mean a sanctum

These boys ego titanic think it's time I sink em

Yeah I lose it I drink lucid

You couldn't cancel me you didn't choose me

Said it's impossible I'm Tom Cruisin

They swingin low but I got no contusions

Heard Lucy cryin that boy Jon abusive

I put my ten thousand hours in heard twenty thousand no's

But I came back from every one of em with forty thousand flows

To serve a hundred thousand fans with just a handful of my bros

There's some things you can't control

And I've accepted we've been chosen

This is special

They try to take the fest from us like Danny Ocean

We just walkin tall while pride and ego got you more like Dan DeVito

That's really short

When life get foul you never get to take a single free throw

But I'm gon chill out on the bench if y'all repayin evil with evil

I Evel Knievel over the B S

Some people in my contacts that I ain't ready to see yet

Cause I'm still workin out how I can work on my resentment

Hit me low below the belt ain't comin back without protection

Where's my cup at

Little Caesar keep the verses hot n ready

Tribe full of beasts they found us wandering the Serengeti

My knees are weak and my palms sweaty

At Holy Smoke the fans throw up they hands like eatin Marshall's moms spaghetti

Ri ri ri ri ri right below the belt belt belt

Yeah belo below the belt

Lowblow

Okay

Christian but I isn't no political figure

Made in Yahweh's image I don't fit in your picture

I don't

I grew up where cops pull up and call you a ni—

So I can't pretend that a party got my interests considered

Look I'm a family guy I turned a saint from a sinner

But if you disrespect lil baby

Pow right in the kisser

Pow right in the kisser

I don't earn my Stripes I look a little like Tigger

T I double G er

They used to put me down but now I'm pick of the litter

I pick up a pencil a pen and then I pen an epistle

Officially I left the tree alone like switching to Kindle

I thought in 2021 I hit my biggest potential

Then it tripled guess my faith was just a little too little

A mustard seed is what you need huh

Little livin water plus the sun will grow a tree huh

Obedience be the fruit and Putin even bow a knee when Jesus come through clouds and breeze

Yeshua is more correct if I perfect the exege

What y'all thought this was

Indie tribe wasn't gonna come off the top rope and drop a album upon your head top

You buggin

It's four horsemen

I'm the Saddleback runnin up on you like a stampede

Just when y'all thought we was down

Y'all turn your back on us and by the time you turn around

Bop we got you right below the belt

Come on you know what's happenin

You know what's happenin you know what's happenin you know what's happenin you know what's happenin