The Gospel (2011)

Actors

• Nathan Bedard (actor)
• Nikolai Ellison (actor)
• Nick Frodermann (actor)
• Eric Ludy (actor)
• Steve Rosen (actor)
• Aaron Vogel (actor)
• Nama (actress)
• Anna Rosen (actress)
• Josh Kinabrew (producer)
• Annie Wesche (producer)
• Steve Rosen (composer)
• Josh Kinabrew (director)
• Josh Kinabrew (editor)

Genres

• Short

Taglines:

Are you unashamed of the Gospel?

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Intro - Z-Ro
• Winter's Heir - Sea Wolf
• Intro - Cyssero

Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
[Z-Ro]
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
>From Southwest to Southeast, bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When i come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo
thats the ralph lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flex my biscep then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't eat spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Lookin throwda , nigga ask Trae
Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dunk on a punk just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz-e
Got these hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking tool

Stepped out through the melting ice
Took care in the coming light
Cathedral bells ringing down
Branches blooming all through town
And in my ears a steady ring
Kept me moving toward the spring
It was a long, long cold year
But I think it's all becoming clear
And I thought it through
I think I want it too
When I saw you there upon your chair
In the light of winter's heir
Came sudden like a southern wind
Like the Santa Ana's blowing in
A pheasant's feather for your thoughts
I said "Don't shoot me with your buck shots"
We listen for the sounds out there
Raised our knives out of fear
It was a long, long cold year
But I think it's all becoming clear
And I've thought it through
I think I want it too
Cause I saw you there upon your chair
In the light of winter's heir
Stepped out through melting ice
Took care in the coming light
Cathedral bells ringing down
Branches blooming all through town
In our ears a steady ring
Kept us moving towards the spring
It was a long, long cold year
But the thaw is finally here
I've thought it through
I'm sure I want too
And I saw you there upon your chair
In the light of winter's heir
When I see you there upon your chair
In the light of winter's heir
I see you there upon your chair
In the light of winter's heir
I see you there upon your chair
In the light of winter's air
And your emerald eyes and raven hair

[Verse:]
Lets talk about it what
Cyss will throw the beam guaranteed you wont walk up out it
I aint playing
watch a nigga haul ass for his life when them hollow tips start spraying
Cyss is sick, get a grip, when he spit
every verse crack, you get shitted on like Biggie Skit
thoughts of me embedding in you get rid of it
I'm the man, you don't understand you illiterate
I'm hot as a semi shot, oc, when the semi grip
make him strip naked like he about to go skinny dip
shit, beef what you think you about
until I press iron to your shirt, like I'm trying to knock a wrinkle out
grip the steel when shit get for real
chop until the clip drop them shots split your grill
I'm dumb nice fuck who you get to spill
because them niggas you think hot will see cyss and chill
I remember night school, couldn't make it to the class
I was paper chasing, caking on the ave, making me sum cash
My fiends like ball players because they either shoot or they take it to the glass
44 mag breaking him in half
he a bitch with a dick, you probably take it in the ass
oh you grind and you work with that work right
until them shotgun pellets jump in your shirt like
BLAO! you will get murked because I bust and I squirt pipes
oc, you will get popped like the clutch on a dirk bike
I work right, with a half a block
I can lock a block and a half, and half your block
no joke, i smoke grass a lot
that's why my bars out this world like astronauts
I never had a pop, no father figure
so when its drama my finger recline the trigger
spit rounds, the ground, I'll put you fellas on it
because the chopper I chop, dont got propellers on it
I'm a young threat, yup
and I'm still butt fucking the rap game, and I aint cum yet
I aint done yet, so let me see something
like uhh yes, I'm just pre cumming
hold on you see me you see a g coming
we see you we see a flea coming
your wife a smut what is all the fronting about
I just get sucked, get fucked, nut in her mouth
or i can get fucked, get sucked, nut in her mouth
you be smooching on her lips she be smooching on my dick
keep your lips closed I'm quick to grip pistols
spit those, oh you a fighter lets see you get those
I don't miss foes split those leave him with hit clothes