T-Bone Filmography

• The Last Road
  2012, role: actor , character name: Toby's 2nd opponent in the ring

T-Bone Filmography

• I'm in Love with a Church Girl
  2013, role: actor , character name: Martin De LaFuente
• The Rally
  2010, role: actor , character name: Sarka Jr.
• All You've Got
  2006, role: actor , character name: Announcer
• 35th Annual GMA Music Awards
  2004, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Black Rose
  2004, role: actor
• Hero: The Rock Opera
  2004, role: actor , character name: Jairus
• The Fighting Temptations
  2003, role: actor , character name: Bee-Z Biggs
• R.I.O.T.: The Movie
  1996, role: actor , character name: Juan Molina
• Real Videos
  1984, role: actor , character name: Himself

T-Bone Filmography

• R.I.O.T.: The Movie
  1996, role: actor , character name: Juan Molina

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• T-BONE - Neil Young
• T-BONE - James Taylor
• T-BONE - Rakes
• Hard Streets - T-bone
• Let That Thang Go - T-bone
• You Can't Win - T-bone
• Street Life - T-bone
• Tomorrow's Not Promised - T-bone
• The Rally - T-bone
• Sing Your Praises (spanish Version) - T-bone
• Tru 2 Life Playaz - T-bone
• Organized Rhyme - T-bone
• Shake Ya Body - T-bone
• Hip-hop Announcement - T-bone
• Intro - T-bone
• Gospelalphamegafunkyboogiediscomusic - T-bone
• 12 Years Ago - T-bone
• Conversion - T-bone
• Follow T - T-bone
• Gospel Alpha Mega Funky Boogie Disco Music - T-bone
• Welcome 2 California - T-bone
• Bounce - T-bone
• Still Preachin' - T-bone
• Raised In Harlem - T-bone
• I Been Looking Around - T-bone
• Last Street Preacha - T-bone
• Throw Ya Handz Up - T-bone
• Dippin' (featuring Mista Grimm) - T-bone
• Blaze'in Microphones - T-bone
• Drunk In The Spirit - T-bone
• Straighten It Out - T-bone
• Tomorrows Not Promised To You - T-bone
• King Of My Life (feat. Natalie Larue) - T-bone
• Can I Live - T-bone
• Hasta La Victoria Siempre - T-bone
• Blazin' Mics - T-bone
• Can't See Us (featuring E-dog) - T-bone
• A Few Good Men - T-bone
• Victory! Victory! Victory! - T-bone
• Turn This Up - T-bone
• Friends - T-bone
• T-BONE - T-bone
• Pencostal Horse Racing - T-bone
• Sing Your Praises (ft. Natalie Larue & Mark Stuart) - T-bone
• It's OK - T-bone
• Rhyme Skillz - T-bone
• Once Upon A Time - T-bone
• Ride Wit Me - T-bone
• Lyrical Assassin - T-bone
• Wipe Your Tears - T-bone

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Me and t-bone on the road to town
It’s like I’m walking with a talking machine
Just as soon as he thinks of something else
He won’t wait to interrupt himself
Must be something that he can’t quite say
He just doesn’t want to leave it that way
Although he may not know it yet
Unless I miss my bet
He’s just trying to forget
What his heart remembers
I see that t-bone got an automobile
Low-loping and open to the sky
All night behind the hurricane wheel
Riding in the eye
All day underneath the hood
Mondo bondo, plastic wood
He needs a mile of masking tape
He wants to keep his ship in shape
Someday to escape
What his heart remembers (oh, yes,what his heart remembers)
T-bone’s not alone, not alone
Looks like he gets a second chance
It’s mamarama and lumalamalu
Want to take him to recovery dance
He’s looking like he gets his meat suit back
I guess he must have missed the crack attack
Still he’s riding for a fall
’cause it’s written upon the wall
That now he must recall
What his heart remembers (what his heart remembers)

Shoot to kill, I dropped a pill
Then I threw a bottle of drink down my throat
I went at first looking for assistance
T bone burst in with both guns blazing
T bone, clear out the till
Mother spilled her veils and her baby's milk
When I walk past in my balaclava
Stepping through glass and past a cadaver
Up to the counter, I could smell the sulfur
Honey, it makes me feel ill
T bone, clear out the till
I took two hills with both rifles empty
I ran for miles when T bone went to town
As he ran around, the people had their hands up
All that he found was his next victim
Honey, it makes me feel ill
T bone, clear out the till

See I was only 16 such a tender age
A young seed leaving my home in search of ghetto fame
Mom's begging me to stay
Crying but yo I gotta make it on my own now
I'm tired of hustling, plus I'm almost full grown now
Packed up my bags in now pursuit of my dreams
Gave her a kiss then wiped the tears
From eyes so that she couldn't see
Jumped in the car starring up at the stars
Rhyming for hours hoping one day, I'm a hear the applause
Now I'm 17, still broke loc, no money
Holes in my shoes
And people laughing 'cuz my clothes crummy
No food to eat so now I'm digging in the trash can
Eating left over food from last week in tha bags man
I never thought that it could get this hard, pray to God
Then I get to stepping, 'cuz I know that I'm called
I told myself I gotta keep the faith living inside
Knowing I'll make it one day
So I can't just lay down and die, I gotta try man
What are these hard streets doing to me
Ghetto running through me
Thicker than blood, down in the mud
Trying to come up, these hard streets do it to me
Ghetto running through me
Thicker than blood, down in tha mud
Trying to come up another day
It's 1991, getting older now
Kicked out my crib nowhere to live
Wit problems and the world on my shoulders now
If I go home
Mom will think I'm a loser
And if I call the homie
Then he'll think I'm trying to use em
So now I'm stuck, sleeping on my managers sofa
Even though I know he's ripping me off
Trying to play me like a game of poker
Congested wit depression
I proceed to try and count my blessing like
The fact I'm still alive, I could have died on these mean streets
'Cuz they ain't kind
So many killers and dealers committing horrible crimes
Dope fiends, drive-by's, muggers and drug smugglers
No one expecting me to make it 'cuz I'm from the gutter
A young G from the streets of killa cal
Where riders pack heat and smoke weed as a juvenile
It's all good though, I'm out to prove em all wrong
Reach for the stars and show em one day I'm a be the bomb
I'm sick of all the heartaches, let downs
Broken promises and feeling hopeless
I'm tired of being rejected and all the disappointments
Feeling like I ain't worth a dime
Partners telling me I'm the greatest, but there's no deal to sign
Crying, devastated and confused at the same time
My mind is telling me to quit and God's saying try
My heart is telling me it's over and I'll never rhyme
But something's telling me prevail and it will be fine
See there's always so much drama
From tha block or ya babies mama
In these streets that's where my peeps be running that game
Why ya trying to run me over
Like I'm trying to snatch ya corner
In these streets gotta get your grind on

I'm trying to change this music, my nizzle it's official
I'm tired of hearing heaters that whistle and sizzle
When gangstas pull out they pistols, I'm like money
Trying to get in the middle and settle the difference
'Cuz too many rappers is tripping, don't nobody wanna listen?
Plus I'm tired of all the cussing and cursing, so I started rehearsing
Working on converting a better version for every person
That's hurting lurking searching for life's purpose feeling suicidal
And worthless but you ain't certain if you ready to die
And leave this earth's surface then cross over
And see what's on the side of this life's curtain
Call me the Moses of rap, taking it back to tha days
When this artifact wasn't 'bout the woman and gats
I'm sick of this rap, matter a fact, how many more women you find
To pimp? And gangstas we gonna cap, we murdered them all
Pac and Biggie there ain't here anymore
Better do something, sound the trumpet, 'cuz I'm goin' to war
To all the playas popping off at the lip, oh
Fronting the street game like you a pimp, no
Ya coming up but going down wit tha ship, bro
Ya better let that thang go
And all tha ladies that be shaking they hips, oh
Up in tha strip clubs stacking em chips, no
Top of tha world, but you down in tha pits, ma
Ya better let that thang go
It's the Nicaraguan son of Big Pun, who flip tongs
On kick drums and leave rappers like victims from big guns
Better panic, 'cuz I'm charismatic and automatic
When it comes to this phonographic magic, I gotta have it
Like an addict, I'm the magnet pulling these Asiatic
And Hispanics bandits to make 'em put down tha cannons
I'm standing for unity in rural communities filled with darkness
And cruelty, where men get woman paid off of nudity
It's soon to be all over, I crossover barriers of hate and racism
Plus I bring the cross over, I'm out to change all the images
In our villages and all the religious criticisms from church citizens
Always pointing, judging, shrugging ya shoulders at the adulterers
Fornicators, and cobras but never question our culture
Biggie prophesied ready to die, fifty took five
And got rich and Pac's mama still crying
Suckas surfing the Internet trying to find kids for sex
And placing bets, credit card fraud is next, they write them checks
For chicks on 'em porno flicks when they shake they hips
Sick wit them chain and whips it gets even worse, truth hurts
Don't be mad at me, I ain't the one getting paid enhancing
They anatomy and gradually, they rotten out like bad cavities
Then periodically prostituting and armed robberies
This how we raise the little children of America to grow up
And be criminal, rapist and bomb terrorist from the second
They're born innocent but torn between these two world's fighting
For souls like tug a war, who's keeping score got juveniles
In the morgue, while killas winning awards and steady
And praising the Lord, they cheer and roar, ego tripping has gotta stop
Gotta shine and rhyme in his name instead of hip-hop
How many more of our people gotta die before we decide?
Genocide isn't only in war, it's also in the words that we write
We got tha power
I keep it gully like a Cali general running the streets
Ya freeze when I speak, memorized my style is unique
We bringing the heat like the Bahamas talking the word
From Nicaragua to communist countries like China, Iraq
And Havana, canta lo, Godson levanta lo, they lace the beats
Then I rock the flow, she hit them notes, Collab then we rock the show
Think we blessed, no doubt, count the dough, we make about
Oh 25-30 a show, people flying from other countries
Just to hear tha Bone flow sick wit the skills to the point
That they wanna honor me but I'm not honoree
I'm on the rock like Sean Connery and y'all fond of me

I'm so dope I'm impressing myself
Challenging rappers of my status dogg is bad for your health
It's like swallowing rat poison straight of the shelf
Or slitting your wrist then changing ya mind
But ain't no one around to help, dudes hear spit they like holy Toledo
Cuz when it comes to this rapping, I'm the one like Neo
I'm Jackie Chan, bet a hundred grand I could take out five of ya man's with one wave of my hand
Your whole caravan get smacked right in front of ya fans
I'll have screaming “No Mas” like Roberto Duran holla
They call me Boney Soprano, Young Luchiano, Bone Guevara
Raps Sammy the bull Gervano, I'm sick wit tha flow
Lyrical tactics and back flips, spitting ridiculous mathematics
Like it's gymnastics, when I die, be sure to place in my mic in my casket
And tell the world that I was fantastic, and that's it!
Chino XL (Lyrics Unavailable)
Chorus
Yall can't win, against us
If you try, we will bust
You should know, we're the truth
You can't do, what we do, oh
Opposing me could be detrimental like a skinhead wit a confederate flag
Walking through south central, it's suicidal like Kirk Cobain
Trapped in a thunder storm using God's name in vain, ouch!
Yall ain't really ready to riot wit me, I'm the Rocky of rap retiring rappers like Jay-Z
The Ronald Reagan of rapping yo that's me

A yo, picture me rollin', like pac
in a drop gold double R,
woman, champagne, weed, cigars and
caviar, living tha life of a thug,
moving 'em drugs, ducking 'em slugs,
dealing with phones tapped wit bugs,
plus, associated wit some hard hittas,
cold killas, convicts, thugs and drug dealers,
cop killas and drug lords stacking 8
figures, quick to pull a trigga and
leave a body floating in a river,
we gorillas, in this jungle collecting
mad scrilla, banking on cheddar and cream from dope fiends,
from a land where everybody gotta
fend for themselves, half of tha
mommies doing 25 to life in a cell,
seems like we dwell in tha pits of
hell, wit no bail, chained up, captive
and tortured by the enemy's spell,
who hears my cry from these lonely
jail cells and what do I profit to
lose my soul and gain from drug sales?
Livin' tha street life, crystal,
drugs and crushed ice, hanging wit
players that plan heists and roll dice,
in casinos, like Bugsy Siegal,
we outlaws, forever livin' illegal, tha street life.
A yo, tha street life is tha only
life I know, taught to hustle these
mean streets and grind to make dough,
cope that 4-4, jump in tha 6-4, blast
on my adversaries then end up on death row,
yo, this was tha life I seen raised
as a youth, where everybody smoking chronic, sippin' 98 proof,
ain't no happy days and sunshine,
in my hood it's just crime, crying and one time, slugs flyin',
and everybody tryin' to come up in
this evil drug game, insane, visions
of murder just increase the pain,
cocaine and met amphetamine, I want
out, but I gave an oath to tha death
of me, so let it be,
I'm a ride on my enemy, but when they
bury me, I fear where my soul will be,
eternally, searchin' for light patna,
but I'm in tha midst of tha dark, it's
so hard, when you in this ghetto prison, looking for God.
Livin' tha street life, crystal, drugs
and crushed ice, hanging wit players that
plan heists and roll dice,
in casinos, like Bugsy Siegal, we outlaws,
forever livin' illegal, tha street life.
Another homey die so I wipe the
tears from my eyes, and ask God how many
lonely painful tears will I cry,
seems like nobody even care about
here in tha hood, I tried to get
a job, but they swear I'm up to no good,
misunderstood from a young age, on
a rampage, from an adolescent,
carrying hollow points in my smith-n-wessen,
for anybody second guessing if I'm
scared to test 'em, ain't nuttin' even worth livin' fo',
tha richa getting' richa and tha
ghetto remain poor, liquor stores and tha gun shops,
and everybody wonders why my thugs
pack glocks and kill cops, full of
hurt since birth, why was I placed on this earth,
seems like everybody in tha ghetto
is cursed wit a curse, and what's
worse, is that my patnas dying at a fast rate,
dear God can you help me out, I'm

It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see whats happening
I'm hearing voices so I'm creeping slowly
Just in case they gets to capping
I walk asleep to the door
Next thing I know these fools jumping out of my bushes
and got me face down on the floor
Now I'm getting hit, kicked, and pistoled with
and the only thing that I see was all this blood flying in my spit
Oh my God they're trying to kill the T
And worst then that all these G's were smoked down on PCP
They threw me in my bathtub where I lie in blood
These homies must be thinking I live the life of a thug
They full of hate
Beating me with pipes and weights
And I'm looking for a way out but it seems that theres no escape
Dear God, I'm wondering can you save me
But maybe I should die because this world got me going crazy
Now what am I to do
I'm sad and confused
I'm thinking about my family, friends, and my baby boo, too
Gee, tears run down my eyes as I start to cry
I'm wondering to my self why do the good always have to die
(Chorus)x2
Tomorrows not promised to me or to you
Awhoo
Death is knocking at your door what you gonna do
Awhoo
Man they finna kill me
they tripping and pulling me out of my bathtub
dragging me through my house
hollering cus I'm getting shocked in my mouth
they stealing my possessions
gapping everything I own
took my VCR and got away with 4, 000 bones
I'm outside
They got me at gunpoint
Trying to jack my ride
And if I try to run God knows it would only be suicide
So I better stay

MC's, DJ's, B-boys and Beat Makers
I'm speaking to all of yall
The time is now, it's our time!
It's time for us to pick up tha ball and run with it
To rise up and rhyme for what we believe in
We believe in "live and let live"
We believe that what we're doing is right
And right will always win against wrong
We been doing this thang so long, singing tha same old song,
We couldn't do nothing but get strong
Ah, don't look at me like crazy
Think about it, even Tech and Sway be trying to wake you up from they radio station
A sleeping nation and generation
Wake up and smell the coffee.
I'm calling out to all the disenfranchised, blacks, whites, Asians and Latinos
Join me in this fight against corruption in entertainment
Politics, religious rituals and music
I say stop all the violence, stop all the cursing

Alavado sea el nombre de mi Cristo, el, rey de reyes mi Salvador, pon tus manos en el arie levanta tu vos, y cante hallelujah al nombre de Dios, es, digo de toda la honra y Gloria, y, en su nombre que tengo Victoria, alavado, ensalsado glorificado esta siempre el a mi lado, ....y yo cantare alavansas a mi Salvador por siempre...
Levanta tus manos para el cielo, que caga tu gloria lleno de fuego, mi Cristo, es digo, de toda la Gloria, y por siempre tya adore...
Chorus
Te alavare por siempre 2X
Alavado sea el nombre de mi Senor
Levanta tus manos y canta Gloria al senor
Hallelujah 2X
Hosanna a mi Senor
Hallelujah 2X
Hosanna A mi salvador
Que todas las naciones canten Adorasiones, latino Americano arebec, Africano alava con tus pies, alav con tus manos Alava en cancion con tu bale y el piano, que swene la trompeta que Suwene los Tambores para el rey de reyes y senor de senores, le doy toda la honra, le doy toda la Gloria, a mi Cristo quien vive por siempre mas...Tu sos digno de la honra y gloria...
Levanta tus manos para el cielo, que caga tu gloria lleno de fuego, mi Cristo, es digo, de toda la Gloria, y por siempre tya adore...
Chorus...
Bridge

Kinda like tha mafia if you ask me, who's that?
All of them ridas from ORC, why's that?
'Cuz we bad like 3 strikers when we spit rhymes
And preach to street bikers or convicts in ricers
There never ain't no telling what we gonna do
'Cuz when you think we through, we come back hit you
Wit another hit, ain't no stopping me and my gang
Boneybone Corleone from the MTV cut fame
Same rapper and same rider, Westsider
Only difference is my beats and rhymes tighter, that's real
Now throw in tha sky if you down wit me
I represent that organized rhyme family
Family tree consist of demon killas, reaching drug dealers
And top billas making scrilla, livin' in white villas
Using guerrilla tactics to reach crypts and bloods
And all tha thugs that are looking for love
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
From tha land of Chuck Taylors, khaki wearers and gang bangers
Where rap sangers low ride and talk about 'em colored bandannas
Ducking from one time, California sunshine
Projects and streets infested wit thugs that are doing major crimes
Prime time couldn't paint a better picture
Best beware of them locs and O.G.'s from them thugs hit ya
'Cuz where we from it's straight scandalous, Los Angeles
Ain't too many players or ridas that can handle us
Slugs flying in every direction you look
Got homeless people living under bridges and drug addicts hooked
Ain't this a shame, that's why me and my gang preachin'
Like deacons to bloods, crips, Latinos, Blacks and Puerto Ricans
Every weekend we be speakin' and preachin', teachin'
How we need to be reachin' tha heathen, sleepin'
While tha devils creepin' meetin' to put these suckas names on contracts
And lift up and raise up tha King of kings like a car jack
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We making moves like a U-Haul
Playa haters don't get it twisted like RuPaul
We don G's and family, that stick together like Siamese
Twins and Chinese steam rice from Chang Lee's
I'm tha, Bone Corleone wit Lucky Luciano
Donnie Brasco and Mr. Kevin Blanco
E-Doggie Montana from Nicaragua
And my little patna that we be calling Jimmy Hoffa
Can't forget about Chase Gigant
'Cuz when I rhyme say he makes 'em beats bomb bay
Hot like picante, this is tha click that I be talking about
And if you ain't down wit us then back up before you get clowned
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz
Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator

[Mayhem]
I snatch the mic and rock and spit rhymes that make the world stop
And wanna-be MCs shed tears like Tupac
stabbin my soldier in the back, but you sittin on the bench
shut yo mouth about my man, cause i'll come to his defense
I gotta drop thang upon your feel
so in this next line Mayhem bout to get for real
half a y'all is wack, no lyrical talent, you pretenders
you're wrong about the Organized Rhyme representers
the other half approach if you wish to persist in my rage
you cease to exist when I enter the stage
I'm invincible, you invisible, break you down to pure minibles
now you miserable, destroy you with no intervals
in my mind I see a lyrical beam on your head
when its time to go to the battle zone all I see is red
cause you in danger, when I come through whos stoppin me?
A kamikaze Mobb a Deep-er, than Havoc or Prodigy, uh
[Chorus]
I represent the Organized Rhyme c-a-Crew
no one can do what we do, thats why there's just a few
(Organized Rhyme) ORC
droppin lyrics led by the Spirit on the M I C
[Maximillian]
Maximillian sees the problems in the Christian industry
so I'm breakin off all these hooble-type rappers
cause they don't feast on dope beats, they're just snackers
meanwhile our crew explodes like fire crackers
backwards mentality
you disrespect the pioneers who paved the way for you and your crew
we be the deacons of this industry
dis and Mayhem and T and the E - D O G
when actually your lyrics straight be glorifyin the enemy
I hate to hit you with a blast from the past LP
without the LORD, man it wouldnt sell 3
most brothas be like, "man don't I know you?" and its true
91, 92, where were you?, I'm bangin with the Organized Rhyme Crew
[Chorus]
[T-Bone]
check it out
well it be my turn to bust, so watch out, you know the deal
I cut MCs like Zorro, leavin faces scarred up like Seal
really tho, so peep the voice, I be the B O N E
wit the crew who hold more championships than Wayne Gretzky
(cause we be) the Organized Rhyme bambinos
bustin more rhymes than tech 9s held by Al Pachino
so watch out, we comin full force with dope production
And these lyrics so phat, sometimes I need lyposuctions
huh, I'm in the house like a kitchen, flippin lyrics sweet like honey
And I got mo raps than the mummy
steady killin the demons everyday like Chunghatti
until the day God gone beam me up like Scotty
(oh yeah) did I forget to mention
that I be keepin MCs locked up like Shawshank Redemption
huh, its just a gift, now I be passin the microphone
back to my cousin who used to sling more keys than a lock smith, ahh
[Chorus]
[E-Dog]
pose a threat, my rhymes be organized like my crew
It's the few, but not the proud like some groups around fool
It's the E to the D O G
lyrically assassinatin demons everyday like my cousin T
see, we be, the notorious Organized Rhyme clique
equipped with the Word of God like a pistol grip
And when I'm thumpin gets to pumpin more and more of what you lookin for
aura in your town, now we takin over
so put away your nursery rhymes, chimes, and nickel and dime hooks
you ain't got no verse in this rap book
dear God, I got up in the ride because its scary
for T-Bo capped 'em writin out a dictionary
I don't associate myself with playa haters, can't trust 'em
they say we ain't dope, but we still can't pass through customs
(dust 'em) like finger prints (you can't touch his mind)
my crew be more United than the Airlines

Shake ya Body
All you rappers gonna wish I never got in the game
Cuz when I get my first hit, everything fina change
The whips and slang, medallions on yo platinum chains
From the art of spitting to darn near everything in between
Move around now, get up and dance now
Get out ya chair, get on the floor
Go on and bounce now, I move crowds like security guards
Plus IÂ'm hard as it gets, even when IÂ'm reppin my God
So everybody in the building wave ya hands and get down
From the inner cityÂ's and suburbs to them country cow towns
IÂ'm stacking chips like Doritos and casino tables
and pushing whips like em valetÂ's at them record labelÂ's
Move around now, get up and dance now
Get out ya chair, get on the floor now, go on and bounce now
Life is good when ya blessed wit all the finer things
Got piece of mind, from the grind, plus em diamond rings!
Chorus
Shake ya body like ya got the holy ghost now
Shake ya body like your shivering cuz itÂ's cold out
Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now
Shake ya body what, shake ya body what
Who could it be, on the M-I-C yall ainÂ't gotta tell me
Everybody in the club is fond of me, cuz how I rock em beats
I ainÂ't R&B;, and all of you haters just a bunch of punk wanna beÂ's
I donÂ't, pack a piece, cuz IÂ'm bout the peace
Even though you suckas wanna try to pull and squeeze
Well goin release, I aint scared, IÂ'm on my knees
IÂ'm a really keep it real with the Jesus piece
I got yall tripping pimping, by the way that I be ripping spitting
All of these lyrical styles that got the crowd jumping
Over a beat thatÂ's hitting, hitting, chicken, grits, and catfish
Love it wit a side of greens and beans in my dish
You know itÂ's all good when I slide through the hood
Cuz I represent my people the way that a playa should
et love from all the homies in the red and the blue
Mexicanos y cubanos and em white boys too
I stay true to the game, I ainÂ't new to the game
Still keeping it gospel and prey, when I, rip the mic
Cuz IÂ'm dynamite, like JJ
Then all the people tell me show ya right
ItÂ's on tonight, I know you love the way I write
And IÂ'm a make all of the rappers wanna die tonight
Still holy ghost filled, freed from sin
I keep it holy plus I make the bread, got that water
That will never ever wanna make you thirst again
And IÂ'm psycho when I grab the pen
Make miracles happen when IÂ'm up in the vocal booth
And everybody always tripping cuz I spit the truth, to reach the youth
You suckas better call a truce, or IÂ'm a have all of you rappers shaking in ya boots
YouÂ'll probably never catch me packing a knife
But IÂ'm cutting rappers to death with all the words that I write
The truth and the light, is what IÂ'm representing tonight
By the end of the night IÂ'll have the crowd ready to fight
So throw ya hands up, throw ya hands up, all my people if ya wit me go on and stand up
Making inspirational music for em killas and thugs, tell em to
Put away them heaters, stop slanging em drugs
Got get them, gangstas and riders, make songs
Trying to get inside, tired of, hearing all em sirens
Can I, get a moment of silence, sick of the violence
Murders, and burglars, and curb servers, concerning em burners
Ya better believe they concern us, they con earners
With the gift to gab, ready to stab, used to be conscious
Now they conscious has gone bad, they living really hard
And quick to pull ya card, donÂ't make me holla, dogg

King tech:
Hey this is king tech from the world famous wake up show. the record you are about to hear contains. heavy bass, thick drums, crisp highs, low lows and strong gospel lyrics, which may cause you to reflect on all the stupid things you did in your whole life. remember when i told you not to smack your grandma in the back of the neck her dentures fell out and the cat peed on it. remember when you super glued you sisters hair to the flag pole. awe man, remember when you stole those heavy d concert tickets you went to the concert you stood in the front row he stage dove off the stage right on top of you and nobody helped you catch him. remember that time when you spit in your homeboys taco from lookin at your girl funny in the second grade. remember when i told you to stop drinkin and drivin you get in a big ole accident you lose one one of your legs and now we cant even kick it man think about your life think about what your doin.
Tbone:
Yo tech tech wait wait man hold on i think they got your point bro
King tech:

T-Bone
Gospelalphamegafunkyboogiediscomusic
Intro
T-Bone:
Nothing but that funky Gospel-dellic music. Bringing just that funky gospel music
Yes, welcome to Gospel Alpha Mega Funky Boogie Disco Music. All the way from the golden state of California, where we pop our collars, dippin' impalas, stack ‘em dolla's, and roll with bonefied balers and G's. And rhyme sayer's known to bring the hardest gangsters to their knees. So hop on the space ship as we travel through gospel galaxies and bring you that un-adulterated, never perpetrated, pure, uncut gospel funk-adellic music welcome to the beginning of eternal funk.
Uh, what's sizzling big baby
This is Mr. T-boogie-woogie-oogie originator of that gospel rap with a gangsta tweee-iiii-eee-iissst welcome to Gospel Alpha Mega Funky Boogie Disco Music we about to put some of that gospel flavor up in your ear hole ya'll aint never heard nothing like this before we gonna' show you how we rock on the west side a different style of gospel music maynge so stay tuned cause we gonna' do it different this time around ya'll ohh boy...
Gospel Alpha Mega
That Funky Gospel Music
Gospel Alpha Mega Funky Boogie Disco Music
Why must I feel like that, why must I put down a gat
Nothin' but the ghost in me...
Ohhh ohhh
Why must I feel like that, why must I put down a gat
Nothin' but the ghost in T...
Ohhh ohhh

It's the return of the Boneybone, patnas trippin'
Cuz I'm dippin' in my Lincoln, plus I'm pimpin', still sittin' on chrome
Bringin' you that gospel sound that make you wanna boogie woogie
Move ya body around, whether you crips, bloods, pimps, thugs
It don't matter, I know you feelin' this mug, gospel rap with a gangsta twist
In tha mix, like a blender, these funkadelic sounds make you wanna get down
We get it crumpin' from tha club in, to tha church, got 'em jumpin'
Even gangstas be lovin' tha sounds of Mista Chase be dumpin'
It be something that you never heard, 2010 gangsta beats with the holy word
So get down, cuz we came here to make ya move, boogie woogie oogie
And feel the groove, so relax to the rhythm, feel the beat and get down
To this gospel alpha mega funky boogie disco music sound
Chorus
Gopelalphamegafunkyboogiediscomusic
Awaa nuttin' but the ghost in me
Supergroovalistic hits ya see
I'm still reaching through preachin' and teachin', speakin
Not only every weekend, but each and everyday I'm breathin'
In or out of season, believen' tha reason, these demons is leavin'
Seizen', and not retrievin' is because tha name of Jesus that I be screamin'
Make ya wanna holla, pop ya collar, you didn't know dogg
You listening to a rap scholar, but I never got A's or D's
I'm from the west where we only got B'S and C's, G's and thieves
Infested with this gang disease, PCP, and rydas quick to pull and squeeze
Ohh weee, I'm tryin' make the music for the people, Christians in the church
Or tha thugs in the Regals, Latinos, Blacks, Whites, cuz we all created equal

12 years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to spit these MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The beat was dope, and it went this way
Well, my name is T from the golden state
They call San Andreas 'cause I cause earthquakes
Been rhyming on the mic since the age of eight
The fans and the people tell me that I'm great
Y'all can hate, but they relate
Trying to get all of you walking through them pearly gates
I been to city's all around the globe, Nicaragua
Australia down to Tokyo, Lima Peru and London back to San Tropez
When I'm in Paris, France, pale vu France
Seen me on TV and on big screens
Now I'm crushing MC's like they jelly beans
Now get both of them hands in tha air
And wave 'em all around like in around like B-Boys in flair
We bringing the noise, and a raising our voice
Plus I keep it old school like the Beastie Boys
I had to take this rhyme back to the 80's
When rap was 'bout skills, DJ's and the ladies
Didn't rhyme about sex and degrading themselves
And rappers didn't glorify busting 'em shells
This is a hip-hop blast from the past
Stop all the violence put away all the straps
Better enjoy the music 'cuz it's not gonna last
If we keep on glorifying all the killing and gats
The milies and Mac's the chronic and hash
And the cats slanging Perico on the corner for cash
We gotta try to make a change for the better
And stop selling out for the fame and the cheddar
Put down Berretta, quit throwing up letters
I'm trying to make a difference it ain't getting no better
That's why I came to represent for all of my people

[T-Bone]
Im ready to make a murder scene happen
Pimp slappin demons and packin
Unload clips, reload and sink ships like a captian
You act like you be knowin, when a G be rappin
Runnin from the scene while O.R.C playas be gangsta scrappin
Now hold up cause they done did it, diss the lyric I spitted
Even though I know you and your crew ain't even gonna admit it
Now slow down T, this family
They mess wit you, they mess wit me and also E
Why?, this be O.R.C.
Lyrically comin wit ski masks out the bushes
Wit chainsaws, and axes diggin
These demons while they're blood gushes
Ima jack these demons one by one
They call me Big Daddy Kane, why? Cause I get the job done
Now watch me jack these demons, hit em wit a gat
Show em how a real G suposed to act
Smugglin Bibles instead of gat
Rollin drop top cadillacs, puttin it down streets corners and shows
For all my foes, thug riders and patnas on death row
Really though
[Chorus]
Bone be the one wit the guns in his hand
Demons tryin to kill him, cause they no like him
Smugglin Bibles to countries filled wit comminism
Tryin to preach them the WORD then convert to Christian
[2x]
[T-Bone]
Tryin to reach them pimps and thugs
Curb serves movin them major drugs
Gang bangin rollin 60's crips and them piru bloods
One love to all the preachas on the street corners
2 dubs for all my riders out in California
Peace to my patnas up in Frisco,
San Jose, East Palo Alto, Sacramento
Fresno, Vallejo, Richmond, Leandro
Oakland, Hayward, Los Angeles, Diego
Ya'll know, the golden state full of hate and drama
Marijuanna and thugs that shoot a quien las da la ganna
most got both hands on they're desert eagle
gotta watch ya back cause here in California killins legal
Rollin regals, impalas, cadis and them el caminos
Hittin switches, best beware of all them hattin snitches
Takin pictures of west coast cali sunsets
Streets infested wit all them gang bangin ghetto vets
No regrets, my patnas dyin over them gangs and sets
Havin sex wit girls in mini skirts and pink barrettes
Whats next, sick of techs and all them ghetto birds
Smell of herb, and playboys sippin on the thunderbird
I'll scream until I'm heard, preach the WORD
In every alley, crack ghetto curb
Wit the beats and verbs
Anointed by the might God I serve

You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome spinners
Pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the chinchilla
Stacking that skrilla in a legal way
Rock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San Tropez, hey
And I ain? t even gotta curse in my raps
I keep it gully while I? m spitting this fire on hot tracks
My skills speak for themselves
I? m like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking the bells
The Sly Stallone of the microphone
I? m old school like Special K
Turbo and Ozone, rep for my people like I? m Che Guevara
Wit a derby and linen pants plus a guallavera
Oh, I? m so sick they sending ambulances
To resuscitate the mic from my verbal thrashing
Cash advances and top brand fashion
Guaranteed to rock the spot and keep the party peeps dancing
I had to switch up the flow for all the DJ? s spinning wax in the club
So when ya hear my joint y'all better turn it up, louder
Suvelo, blast that music bro
Respect the flow, ya listening to a music pro
The Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make ya move ya body
And lean back like Joe Crack
Woah, get ya hands in the air
And wave them back and forth in the atmosphere
I know ya wondering if the rumors are true, believe the hype
I am the dopest rapper to come through
Wit brand new series of rap arts like Kung Fu
You don? t believe me, ya crew could get hung to
I run through anybody opposing
Don? t make me have to tell you again
I? m Gods chosen like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Now everybody just bounce to this new hit song, what
From sold out arenas to the silver screen
I move crowds and drop hits that make the people scream
Stack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out limousines
I? m a hot album, you just a, ahh, 16
T-Bone is hard as it gets and I don? t fly first class, why?
I travel with chef? s on private jets
That? s why you mad and upset, homie
I paid my dues though, been ripping these mic? s since tape decks
So place your bets, I? m the best yet
Move the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checks
I got next like the WNBA
Defeating me is like blacks joining the KKK
It won? t happen, like hoods without guns clapping
Or hip hop wit no DJ? s and MC? s rapping
It? s contradictory, none of you? ll ever get wit me

It's the return of the Boneybone, patnas trippin'
Cuz I'm dippin' in my Lincoln, plus I'm pimpin', still sittin' on chrome
Bringin' you that gospel sound that make you wanna boogie woogie
Move ya body around, whether you crips, bloods, pimps, thugs
It don't matter, I know you feelin' this mug, gospel rap with a gangsta twist
In tha mix, like a blender, these funkadelic sounds make you wanna get down
We get it crumpin' from tha club in, to tha church, got 'em jumpin'
Even gangstas be lovin' tha sounds of Mista Chase be dumpin'
It be something that you never heard, 2010 gangsta beats with the holy word
So get down, cuz we came here to make ya move, boogie woogie oogie
And feel the groove, so relax to the rhythm, feel the beat and get down
To this gospel alpha mega funky boogie disco music sound
Chorus
Gopelalphamegafunkyboogiediscomusic
Awaa nuttin' but the ghost in me
Supergroovalistic hits ya see
I'm still reaching through preachin' and teachin', speakin
Not only every weekend, but each and everyday I'm breathin'
In or out of season, believen' tha reason, these demons is leavin'
Seizen', and not retrievin' is because tha name of Jesus that I be screamin'
Make ya wanna holla, pop ya collar, you didn't know dogg
You listening to a rap scholar, but I never got A's or D's
I'm from the west where we only got B'S and C's, G's and thieves
Infested with this gang disease, PCP, and rydas quick to pull and squeeze
Ohh weee, I'm tryin' make the music for the people, Christians in the church
Or tha thugs in the Regals, Latinos, Blacks, Whites, cuz we all created equal

[Hook: repeat 2X]
Welcome to the golden state
West Coast California where the one time hate
Ese's, Bloods, Crips, quick to regulate
Lowride and hit switches till the bumper brake
[Verse 1]
I'm leanin back in my Chevy Impala hittin the curb
Swooping up all the homie's see my doggs so I swerve
To the left on 3 wheels
Yal know the deal
Got the spokes wit the chrome grill
That's how we do it
Hittin switches on a day 2 day
From Compton, Carson, Inglewood, Down to the Dirty Bay, Ridin the Cali way
Dippin initiation sparks on the interstate
Music blastin & California written on the license plate
I love the Golden State
Sunny sky's and the palm trees, Beaches and Lowriders
Singing songs like the Eastsiders
Sayin What, What?
Straight outta of the land of the unforgotten
Homie's in prison
Wishing they ain't had 3 strikes
But this Cali thug way of livin got 'em 25 to life
It's rags and bandannas, Chuck Taylors, Dickies and Thug Grammar
G's full of they evil ways like Santana
[Verse 2]
From Long Beach down to West Convina
Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs, Hollywood down to Pasadena
Frisco, Oakland down to the Marina
Sactown, San Jo back to Catalina
Ya gotta love it yall, The sunny weather no sweater or leather
Just mink brims and a pimp feather
The land of Super Stars and nice cars
Wit Chrome tires and bad traffic back up for miles
But we, still rollin till the wheels fall off, gotta floss
In the Benz or Escalade
No need to playa hate
This Killa Cali where gangstas rally and tally
The murders, in streets or alleys
From the Projects to the Valley
Chuck Taylors, Kaki Suites, Skip the Wind Breakers
This California home of the 3 times Champ Lakers
[Verse 3]
I'm from the land of Drive-Bye's and actmatics
Thug Lords, Blood and Crip Ryders and drug addicts with bad habits
Charismatic wit automatics and bandits
Holding these cannons it's scandalous how they be dumpin till tha
Last man standin
That's why, gotta get to preachin while they still alive
Cuz tomorrow not promised specially where them hollow points fly
It's do or die in the Golden State
Most ryders regulate off of the smallest things
Like Red or Blue colors, Then catch a case
It's California though, I love it like the rydas do
Poppin our Collars, dippin in Impalas, Dogg I'm stayin true, Throw up the "W"
This here's that anthem, for every Ghetto, Projects, Neighborhood and Street
Alley, where guns be clappin
Where they packin a mack or magnum, braggin
How they be jackin, attackin, smackin
Taken action just to get reaction, C-A- L-I-F-O-R-I -N-I- A

This is strictly for them low low's, el Camino and Chevrolet Impalas
Bouncing from California all the way to Nicaragua
Sixteen switches, rides is vicious, bouncing like bad checks
Candy apple, licorice, twirling a hundred spokes, this one's for my folks
Black's Philippinos, Caucasians, Latinos, gotta know the rules when you up in this game
If you want a piece of the street, fast and furious fame
Then yo, mira bro, first of pinta lo, see them windows dogg, tinta lo
Juice it up wit hydraulics then brinca lo, blast this in the fosgate and let the speakers blow
In the, Escalade, then escapade, like Janet, to the car show
Pump the breaks, take first place, smile, then collect the cake
Dall up the homie E-Dogg, then it's time to shake
Chorus
Bounce, Bounce, Cadillac trucks and jeeps
From the Bronx to the Compton streets, for the clubs
Mix shows and my peeps, ahhhh
Now everybody bounce, bounce
I been know to bring the heat to the instrumental, check the credentials
My fundamentals essential for reaching killas and thug generals
In the streets where they packing the heat, creep
Throw up em gang signs and C-walk to the beat, strictly
Taking the preaching the word to those smoking the herb
Sharing the real for em dealers serving crack on the curb, swerve
Bounce Lyrics
To the left then I scrape my plates, now I'm dipping hopping initiating sparks on the interstate
Feels so great in the golden state, cool breeze from the ocean on the golden gate
I can't wait for the weekend we can make it a date, Motorola 2 way
The homies tell em meet me at eight, at the studio so we can blaze the track
Like Kobe and Shaq, wit back to back platinum tracks
We aint quitting yall yo we bringing the heat, like Pacino and Luchiano for the thugs in the streets
Now if ya feeling what I'm saying throw ya hands in the sky
Party people from California all the way to Hawaii, ATL and South Beach where the mamis look fine
To the streets of Spanish Harlem for my peeps in NY
Mexicano o Cubano, Panameno, Columbiano, Argentino, Chileno, Nicoya o Puerto Riceno
Yo it don't really matter this a T-Bone party
So throw ya hands up in the sky mama move ya body
No Bacardi, Hennessey, Chronic, beer or Chocolate tie
Why? Cuz this is how we do it when we naturally high

[T-Bone]
Comin straight from the Westcoast killin fields
In the Bone Corelone, pimpin, keep it real
You know the deal, corn braids and the thug appeal
Street slang, make the hits that the thugs feel
Demons nudge grill
When they hear my scoped aimed and I shoot to kill
And haters jealous, cause I'm saggin for the dollar bill
Platinium, crushed ice, and its all real
Gospel hip hop got it locked still
Who do you think it was sprinkled the game
Wit Westcoast, Gospel rap plus a brim and a cane
Street slang and a message that they couldnt contain
Taught you bout the streets and the way that they banged
Cocaine, methinphedamines, gin and tonic, remmy martin
Hennessey, sherm, chocolate tie and the chronic
Blood, Crips, Eses, M 13
Parues, Zou bous, no rules and county blues
Ya'll
[Chorus]
Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats
Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets
Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit
Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek
[2x]
[T-Bone]
Im still rippin and kickin flippin and spittin lyrics that got you thinkin
Trippin, grippin your Bibles, diggin jus to see whats written
Invision pawin in prison livin in the worst conditions makin desiscions
Wit conviction for the One that's arisen, see my mission
Is to give visions to the ones that listen like catacisim
But the ones arrested for vandalism, it's your desiscions
Eternal prision, or you can except what the Lords given
What's that? Your sins forgiven
See I'm tryin to get you walkin through the Pearly Gates
And save you from the lake of fire, full of demon snakes
How do I do that?
By askin the Lord to forgive you of all of your sins
And then turnin away from all of your wickedness and not turn back
And start walkin on the straight and narrow
Get the Word inside of your temple until it's dwellin in your bone marrow
No more packin a gat in the back of a lack
Attackin, and smackin a crackhead wit a baseball bat
[Chorus]
[T-Bone]
Still makin g music for the cold killers
Gangbangers, convicts, pimps, playas, weed smokers and them drug dealers
Cap peelers, thiefs, felons and those guerillas
And drug lords, over seas stackin big skrilla
And still the same, ain't nothin changed
Street raps, altar calls and proclaim the name
Never was a shame of the One who was slain
On the dirt and all the pain, bleedin wit nails in His hand
Jus to save me from the burnin flames
Amazin Grace, He took my place
Paid the ransom, then got my sins earsed
And now, words can't express what I feel inside of my flesh
Every breath is given God glory until my death
See I'm blessed, beyond mesasures
Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures
Spinnin Lexus' changin the world preasures
So that heathens that were grieven, theifin
Can now believin that Jesus bleedin was for a reason
Because of what I'm spittin

Jairus (T-Bone):
My people telling me that you the man
That can heal the sick with ya healin' hand
Demand sickness to scram
and got power like superman
Command the winds to cease
Even teach the priest and walk on water - if this true
Then I got the faith that you can heal my daughter
I'm down on my knees - beggin' ya please
I need a blessing - I'm tired of stressing
Besides my daughter's just an adolescent
I was raised - Raised in Harlem
My baby's dying in the street bleeding
Barely breathin' - about to die, Hero
Caught up - sot up over these drugs
By some thugs, Hero
I know I'm just a chronic breathin' heathen
That's thievin', grievin' and fendin' for
My daughter's healin'
But I'm still believin'
That you can find it in your heart
To help a man like me - heal my baby
And take away her pain and this misery
I was raised - Raised in Harlem
Chorus
I'm pleadin' Hero, Just say a prayer she'll be O.K.
I know that if you come and just say the word to my daughter
You'll take all the suffering away
Just come and touch her and hug her
I know that she'll recover
Me and her mother love her like crazy
'Cuz we got no other
Please Hero, place your hands on her forehead
Just say the word
And raise my baby daughter from the dead
Raised - Raised in Harlem
Jairus' Wife (Nirva):
What's this man got to offer?
I sent you to fetch a doctor
You're too late - she's gone hereafter
Our daughter's a drive-by disaster
Just another wasted victim
A little teenaged girl who was Raised in Harlem
Jairus (T-Bone):
Nah, it can't be, man. It just can't be, Y'all
Ain't nobody dyin', Mammie, so stop the cryin'
Cuz she 'fi'n to live
This is Hero, the man who came to heal our baby kid
Just have the faith and believe that he can fulfill all our needs
Heed, him indeed - He's the one who can heal our dyin' seed
I got the faith and trust that he can save
Our baby Darlin'
From Cali to Harlem
His healin' stats are flawless and startlin'
I was raised - Raised in Harlem
(Repeat Chorus)
Hero (Tait):
(whispered) I need you, God
I know your heart is breaking
But this girl is only sleeping
If you'll just give us both a minute or two
Oh, yeah, they laugh instead of believing
They think I've lost my reason
But don't fear what you can't see or do
You just gotta believe - oh, just believe
Jairus (T-Bone):
(Repeat Chorus)
Do it, Hero
I know that you can heal her, my Hero
Just do it, Hero
I know that you can heal her, my Hero
Do it, Hero
I know that you can heal her, my Hero
Touch her, Hero
I know that your hands can heal her, Hero
Raised - Raised in Harlem
You know I was
Raised - Raised in Harlem
Raised in the City, 'Jus
Raised - Raised in Harlem
Yeah - yeah, my baby was
Raised - Raised in Harlem

Growing up we didn't have much
I still remember mom in the welfare line
Pops on the corner slanging flowers trying to make a dime
Hustling hard, working beyond a nine to five
Praying somebody stop but cars just keep passing him by
My older sister ran away and chose a life of crime
My younger sister getting calls from these older guys
I still hear the sound of them sirens running through my mind
Saw grandma die in a stretcher before my very eyes
And who could forget the flames coming outta my room
Wit firefighters trying to save everything that ain't ruined
It's bad enough we barely making ends meet
Now we ain't even got a blanket or a place to sleep, man
We all been through struggles and em' harder times
And at times it seems like there ain't no peace of mind
But just, when I started to doubt, thinking nobody cares
I looked up and found that you was always right there
Chorus
Still looking for, keep looking for
Out searching, nothing working, steady looking for...
Still waiting for, keep waiting for
True love, one love, what we waiting for...
Moved to Southern Cali and bought me a baller crib
Wit marble floors, high ceilings and a pool to swim
I got a, lot of famous high profile friends
A white Benz laced wit them chrome spinning rims
Top dollar brand fashion and a Jacob watch
Bracelet wit canaries and em flawless rocks
I went from playa hated to Grammy nominated
To making movies wit Cuba and Beyonce now they say I made it
Finally got my music making all the headlines
Radio spinning my single back to back 10 times
But still it wasn't everything that I thought it be
Found me searching for love and life's remedy
Money bought me cars, power and yachts
I'm still distraught, got my stomach tangled in knots
Sad and depressed, finally after everything I been through
I found out the only thing that was missing was you
We all pretty much looking for the same thang
We soul searching trying get through life's long maze
I been to mountain tops looking for the most high
So many valleys lows, never thought I'd get by
So many shattered dreams, all the broken promises
Lied to, left for dead, emotional apocalypse
We all looking for the answers of what and why
Choose win or loose in this life we can live or die
And never fill that empty space that we feel inside
I know ya hurting, see the pain written in ya eyes
Tried the drugs, tarot cards, and astrology
Blaze up the purple haze, transcend reality
Trying leave all of your problems behind
And some of yall put ya faith a nine
I got mine when I, gave up tha life
Swapped it out for the better one

My lyrics phat like Don Cartagina,
you never seen a Latino Rapper pick
up tha mic and eat MCs like helatina,
from tha Bay area down to Argentina,
I be slangin' these lyrics in tha crack
houses like it was cocaine,
mira mija la firme Linya de rap familia,
no son Gallinas, killin' demons is a
mistamina, so we ain't scared of y'all,
we lived above tha law, now we got
pimps, addicts, thugs and these gustlers at tha altar call,
praying saying things like forgive me
for my evil ways then, get off they
knees and be delivered from 12 years of blazing,
praising tha Name of Christ, ain't
scared to give to give my life away,
for tha One who died on tha cross and
saved me when my life was triff, now
it's alright, God wrote these lyrics peep the copyright,
building an army in a world that's dark
so we can bring tha light, raising
veteranos Christianos that we call Hermanos,
deadly like rattle snakes but worse
when mics are in our manos, en mi cara
no dicen nada, puro Amenasadas,
wack envoyous rappers wann bite like
thousand piranhas, I bring tha heat
like a sauna filled wit Cubana mammas from Havana,
oye como va, whe I rock like Satana.
I stay humble and meek, get on my knees
and wash my brethren's feet, you quick to speak and judge,
I'm quick to turn tha other cheek,
forgive my foes 479x's then add 11,
just to equal 70x7, Rap Reverend,
preachin' sermons to those thug living,
killing, sinning, feeling that they could never be forgiven,
ghetto prison is where they living so I
make isistions, cut to the heart, then operate,
tell 'em tha sons Arizona if you ain't
getting' what I be spittin', get me
grab weapon, sawed off K.J.V.,
wit 66 clips that are made for hitting,
straight to tha heart for we wrestle
not against flesh and blook, saved thug,
blastin' patnas wit God's love, pump,
pump, you get struck, when I dump, wit tha pump sawed off,
tha old man gets hauled off, and that
preaching at its best, from tha Westside,
do or die, preachin' Christ crucified.
One of tha las street preachas left,
poet assassin, (what) scarface in tha
flesh, straight out tha West,
where they ride on they enemies,
striptease, pour out liquor for
tha diseased and jack for car keys.
What up mamma, it's tha Rap Papa,
Don Dadda, tha one who used to smoke
grama, from Nicaragua,
sip champana in tha sauna hollering
Hey Caramba, now I'm tha redeemed hoodlum
telling 'em Cristo to ama,
I'm a bring tha drama, like Tony Montana,
cuz when demons step to me they get cut
worse than shrimp at BenniHannas,
back in tha day we'ed hit weed and smoke
roaches, but we ain't no playas, tell 'em
why, we some coaches, I get ferocious,
then I bury all you cochroaches, gt bent
off tha Holy Ghost and take it by tha doses,
Bibles in my holsters, seen me on tha poster,
devil outlined in tha chalk, I walk tha
walk and talk tha talk, Jehovah knows
this, being a Christians on a day 2 day,
forget tha halfway, can't havler praise
tha Lord, then smoke and sip tha alizay,
or tangaree, or you'll get blown up like a hand granade,
I ain't afraid, I slit the devils

Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!
From my days of Juvenile! Raised in
church but lived thug style!
Back in the days in the hood gettin buckwild!
Runnin with felons dat be servin kids
the O.G.'s and real pimps spittin game to ladies!
Drop mercedes! Make em go crazy! Mommies
trippin out screamin "Hey Pappy!"
Talkin fast to the chickens while we
pimpin and dippin, throwin up signs and set trippin!
Livin lavida loca, like Ricky! Mom's
trippin cuz my neck's full of hickies!
Breath smellin like whiskey! BUSTED!
Plus I'm saggin in a T and some dickies!
Just like Whitney, I'm tryin to blow up!
But wanna do it while I'm young
like Britney! Ride to the death of me!
Like K.R.S. this was my philosophy!
But not no more.
Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!
Thug got me flashin on all rival!
Hennessey had me trippin feelin suicidal!
Full of all the hurt and pain and
the misery! Mad at the world for all the
things that it did to me! California
just make a playa wanna ride!
Throw up dub, be a thug, holla "Westside!"
Till I die, young G from the projects,
stealin watches (why?) to impress all
my roges in the notches, so live like
cautious, cuz now-a-days the streets
is filled with armed killas and narcotics!
Just cant stop this (what?) type of
sound! Make ya groove! Throw ya handz up!
Move all around just bounce to the
rhythm! Nod ya head like a pigeon, to the state beat
that hittin from Britian, The UK,
LA to all my dawgs locked down in the prison!
Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!
Something for tha pretty ladies and tha
thugs too, in that East, Westcoast and
tha South too, we all bout it Ma,
and like cube show me love in tha club,
wit a mobster kiss on both cheeks and
thug hugs, throw yo hands up,
wave 'em side to side, Ladies, Ridas,
made men tonight, we gonna party like its 2999, no crime,
just California beaches under sunshine,
plus one time ain't trippin' on me or
my girl laced wit tha rocks and Versace,
black boots and mosquino, Mexican, half
black, Philippino, it's all good,
now bounce like a check that ain't got
not funds and party like you just won half a million.
Oh what a feeling, now everybody in tha
house get ya hands to the ceiling.
Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!

This is what we call gospel, alpha, mega, funky, boogie, disco, music
Made for you to cruise with, in ya Jeep, Cadillac or tha Benz
Down the strip with ya girl and your friends, just floatin', west coastin'
Hittin' switches in the ragtop boastin', just rollin' on hundred spokes
Ridin' with your ken folks, bumpin' this jam and getting high off the holy ghost smoke
One puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 I'm feeling real high, leanin' to the side
With the homie Mista Grimm, in tha O.G. gangsta ride
Candy apple with the custom interior, inferia, when it be comin' to rippin' these microphones
Mi familia, is the dopest, no hokus pokus, tha locest vocalist and most ferocious
Rapper is bogus, when I spit, they hopeless
Chorus
We just dippin', in the Lincoln, with the hommmies and the OG's trippin'
Off me rims and the chromed out engine, hydrolics switches and the pioneer system
We just dippin, hittin switches, in the 6-4, rollin' deep in the trenches
Sttin' in chromed out 22 inches, bumpin that west coast sound to the fullest!
Dip, dip, bounce, bounce, front, front, back, back
Right Dayton spokes in the air as I hit that, C-O-R-N-E-R-T-B-O-N-E-&-M-I-S-T-A-G-R-I-double M
Rapiando, cantando, in the 6-4 brincando, pitando, at the homies
Cuz me and Grimm got flava like asada and cilantro, tocando oldoes
As we ride slow, y corriendo, from the po-po, somos los mejores brother
Oh you didn't know, from West Covina to fogtown Frisco, "O"riginal
In the classic blastin' war, hardcore with the suicide doors, L-dang

I’m sweet like cinnamon when I’m spittin’ this lyrical venum,
giving rappers the blues like denim,
when I’m killin’ em, fillin’ em with these syllable,
synonyms of adrenaline spillin’ off my spiritual tongue,
then numbing ‘em like penicillin,
plus I’m trying to reach the lost like Gilligan,
God willin’ the spiritual healin’, will stop the drug dealing,
and killing, because I’m feeling like I’m ready to loose my mind,
so many bullets be flying, and rydas be dying,
gotta make a difference, for instance, the inmates in prisons make bad decisions,
for lack of wisdom, so I cut them open, and make incisions,
fill ‘em with spiritualism, tell ‘em about the one that’s arisen,
how they can be free in they spirit, and have they sins forgiven,
by the one who died on the cross,
'cause even when they were into all their drinking and smoking,
he loved them even while they were lost,
so please listen to me, and stop dissin’ a G,
'cause I got they remedy on how ya’ll can be free.
[Hook]
Blazing microphones, bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast,
Chase beats, Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone,
we be running things so act like you all know,
Boneyard cant be stopped now.
I’m not a Jehovah witness, but I witness for Jehovah,
back in the day, the 1st to slang cane and the baking soda,
but nowadays, I like preachin’ the word,
like a drug dealers, slangin; holy rock on the curb,
eyes blurred off the holy ghost, contact smoke,
gotcha tripppin’ off my rims, crush eyes and my rope,
plus I’m gifted with flows and wrist is frozen,
I thought you all knew dawg, what, I’m God’s chosen,
highly favored, standing with the elite,
that’s stand apart dawg, anointed, bring the word to the streets,
aint into entertainin’ the the fame or set you claimin’,
tha game of namin’, unless the name I’m naming’
is Jesus on the throne and reining, painting a picture for G’s bangin’,
og how the Lord can save ‘em, train ‘em like a Baltimore Raven, engraving,
the name of Jesus across they heart, 'cause its breakin’,
plus Satan is waitin’, anticipatin’, and hatin’,
but once they trapped they's no escapin'
[Hook]
I been doing this for 12 years, it aint easy ya’ll,
to make hit records that are off the hizzy ya’ll,
especially when them bustas sippin’ on that haterade,
talkin’ behind your back and trying to stop you on a day to day,
I don’t make music for ‘em playa hatas anyway,
this is for killers and thugs, that’s sippin’ on the Alize,
run a ways and essays locked down in prison,
why them, they the ones in need of a physician,
and I know the perfect doctor ya’ll
that can heal you when you answer to the alter call,
he can, fill all the emptiness and void in your heart,
that’s why I rhyme out of a need and not love of the art,
so listen, my only mission is soul fishing,
so when the rapture happens, faces will be on the back of milk cartons missing.

Once again I gots to grab the mic
and start to bring the funk and
I don't know whats happening
but I'm really kinda drunk in the spirit
cuz' I'm not talking about no type of liquor
the Holy Ghost is the one that gets me drunk much quicker
so let me go ahead and grab the mic and flow whata
drugga typa style that you ain't herd ina while cuz uh
see I be into doing brand new things
I bring the styles and Muffler brings the jazzy swings
Like the one that you be hearing in the background
Styles like a moaning and a whole strictly underground
But we be kicking all of these styles for a purpose
Never repeat myself and save them lyrics that be worthless
Cuz I be talking about the Great I am, My Savior
The one who gets me drunk constantly
I should be arrested for being under the influence of the Word
Spiritually hungover
Got me throwing up by the curb
And now the devil wants to make me walk the line
But I punch him in the lip and take another sip
We'll be drunk in the Spirit,
you can find T-Bone staggering with the funny sway
We'll be drunk in the Spirit
La de da la de de de da de day
I don't know how to explain the way I feel
My mind is going round-n-round
All I know is that I am bout to fall and hit the ground, cuz' my
body keeps swaying like a boat It won't stay still
I'm feeling totally dizzy the room is spinning like a windmill It
all started when the pastor laid his hands on me he said
"there it goes right through ya"
it made my mind go boo-ya
So here I am in the studio drawn ryhme note
filled with the Holy Ghost so I be feeling totally fine, yo
La De Da It makes me want to sing
about the joy he brings
when I do my rappin' thing
The way I feel right now
I wish that you could all feel
the power of the Spirit
thats more stronger then Tequila
cuz' nothing compares to the soul that goes drunk
thats the way that I feel right now
makes me wonder how
God could have the power
to make a man feel this way
so pass me the Holy one
cuz' I don't drink no Tangorade
We'll be drunk in the Spirit,
you can find T-Bone staggering with the funny sway
We'll be drunk in the Spirit
La de da la de de de da de day
We'll be drunk in the Spirit,
you can find T-Bone staggering with the funny sway
We'll be drunk in the Spirit

Let's break it out all of this black-on-black
Brown-on-brown, in every town
Because I'm sick of seeing my people's sketches
Scattered all over the ground
Since these murders occur every single day
So put the gun away because I want to live
To see another day, a happy day
Where there's peace between nations
Love within races and no division in the congregations
No more pimps and drug dealers on every corner
A homeless people struggling with no home freeze
And they pump for quarters, I am talkin' about a world of peace
With no mo' closed caskets if you know rows
Like most of my homies that have been deceased
No more murderers, diseases or suicides, it's time we all wake up
And wipe the mucus from my sleepy eyes
And straighten things out like a ruler 'cause nowadays
The cart we juggle is full of hate, killas and runaways
I'm sick of it, so I'll be the first brother to shout
Let's straighten it out 'cause together we can work it out
Let's straighten it out, from the west side to the east side
Let's straighten it out, from the north side to the south side
Let's straighten it out, from the east side to the west side
Let's straighten it out, from the south side to the north side
I wish somebody would tell me why
We can't just straighten out all this mess
At times I think my fat should be a bulletproof vest
Got all these homies claiming south side, west side
East side, north side, Asian, Black and Brown pride
It seems that there's no mo hope, my own people's send me
Their guns and try to push me the dope, I can't cope
But I gotta, why? Because I'm sick of all the shots ringing
From the sixty-fo and hollas
Remember where we was family, where we could kick it
And not worry about your own kind killin' ya'
Seems like all we care about is money and fame
Drugs in the game, it's killin' me softly
Like Lauren from the Fugees sang
Man, what's it gonna take for us to grow up
Before love is the only gang sign we throw up?
'Cause all our peoples headin' straight for the morgue
Unless we put down the guns
And start to trust in the Lord
Let's straighten it out
I wonder what could make a man hit a woman wit' a furious hand
Somebody tell me because I just don't seem to understand
And then we wonder why y'all kids is bangin' with none at home
It seems the parents is the one givin' they kids a trainin'
Beatin' 'em down, with your fists and a buckle of a belt
To prideful to accept that you needed some serious help
So you kept strikin' like thirsty bats straight out of hell
But what you did was wrong, stop and listen to my song
It breaks my heart in two when I see the things you put them through
Why do you do all the harmful things that you do?
Spiritually guided with deceive and rags on both your wives
Not knowin' you was led by demons when you made them cry
But you didn't quit till they finally ran away from home
Then your wife left you too and now your sad and all alone
Just thinkin' about everything your family could have been

It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see whats happening
I'm hearing voices so I'm creeping slowly
Just in case they gets to capping
I walk asleep to the door
Next thing I know these fools jumping out of my bushes
and got me face down on the floor
Now I'm getting hit, kicked, and pistoled with
and the only thing that I see was all this blood flying in my spit
Oh my God they're trying to kill the T
And worst then that all these G's were smoked down on PCP
They threw me in my bathtub where I lie in blood
These homies must be thinking I live the life of a thug
They full of hate
Beating me with pipes and weights
And I'm looking for a way out but it seems that theres no escape
Dear God, I'm wondering can you save me
But maybe I should die because this world got me going crazy
Now what am I to do
I'm sad and confused
I'm thinking about my family, friends, and my baby boo, too
Gee, tears run down my eyes as I start to cry
I'm wondering to my self why do the good always have to die
(Chorus)x2
Tomorrows not promised to me or to you
Awhoo
Death is knocking at your door what you gonna do
Awhoo
Man they finna kill me
they tripping and pulling me out of my bathtub
dragging me through my house
hollering cus I'm getting shocked in my mouth
they stealing my possessions
gapping everything I own
took my VCR and got away with 4, 000 bones
I'm outside
They got me at gunpoint
Trying to jack my ride
And if I try to run God knows it would only be suicide
So I better stay

Glory to the King of my life
Only You are holy
You are the life in me
You are the light that shines inside of me
All praise and glory to Your name
I will give to You my life
And anythin' that You require, oh Lord
I'm givin' all praises up to the lion of Judah
Alpha, Omega, plus the El Shaddai
Elohim, Yahweh, Messiah, Y'shua
What about the Adonai?
Somethin' about the name, Jesus
That makes me go insane, Jesus
Saved my soul from burnin' flames, Jesus
And He broke them devils' chains, Jesus
Glory, glory, how are You doin' to me, not bein' worthy?
You could have saved Your son, Jesus Christ
Instead You sent him for me
He gave His life for a sinner like me, threw my sins in the sea
He died, He died, He was dead but He rose in three
Glory to the King of my life
He is alive, He is alive
Glory to the King of my life
Only You are holy
Surrenderin' my will
Desirin' You to fill me with Your love
I live to serve my livin' King
Only I bow, please show my how
To love the world the way You love
Me givin' praises and honor, glory, thanks unto the King of kings
Whose precious blood is more than cars
Houses and diamond rings
Give Him praise and raise your hands
And magnify Him with the song and the dance and a
Give Him praise with the harp and the microphone
Tambourines, cymbals, drums and the xylophone
Gotta give Him praise, gotta give Him praise
For the things that He did when He walked onto Calvary
And died on the cross, when He took my place
He is alive, He is alive
Giving all honor and glory
Unto the King of kings and the Lord of lords
Glory to the King of my life
He is alive, He is alive
Glory to the King of my life
Only You are holy
Glory to the King of my life
He is alive, He is alive
Glory to the King of my life
Only You are holy
Giving all praise to the most high God

Can I live? Can I live?
Yeah, it's me, huh, I know you all seen me
I'm the one who brings the blingin'
Pushin' whips and 22 inch chromes spinnin'
(Can I live?)
La da y'all wanna judge me?
Hair braided up, pants saggin'
Can I just live, yo?
(Yo, I'm just tryna live)
Why can't y'all leave me alone?
Man seem like everybody be judging me
Talkin' behind my back, fakin' the smiles and huggin' me
Pointin' fingers, hatin', jealous of my success
Praying for my downfall, can't handle me being blessed
Now you'd rather see me at the bottom of the totem poll
Scraping for dollars on the edge 'bout to lose control
Back on the corner, still livin' in the projects
Still strugglin' down and out with no prophets
Still drivin' through the hood in a bucket
I'm 'bout bringing my people over like I'm Harriet Tubman, huh
Been through the fire like Kanye West
Beat the odds, now I'm on shuffles and i-pods
See most of y'all could never reach stature
'Cuz half of you gangsta rappers is gangsta actors
And back-stabbers, y'all got the game backwards
But Bone and Darkchild make hits like linebackers
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
So can I live? That's my question, can I?
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
So can I live? That's my question, can I?
I shed blood, sweat and tears, been on this grind for years
I'm at the top of the charts, no respect from peers
I could be the franchise still I'm chastised
Spreading ya lies, need to recognize there's two sides
My whole life been the underdog
Against the odds, back still against the wall
Fighting to represent in the ring for God
Consciously makin' records for a different cause
This crab game keep pullin' me down
But like Ron Artest been known to rebound
And like Roy Jones, I'm pound for pound
Spittin' a different kind of message over platinum sounds
Can I get some love and a little respect?
Can I rock your world without giving you sex?
And can I live in peace? Man I paid my dues
You'll never know where I been until ya walked in my shoes
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
So can I live? That's my question, can I?
(Can I live yo?)
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
So can I live? That's my question, can I?
Yeah, I'm in it for the long hall, committed to the end like John Paul
I'm tryin' to make a change, throw stones if I'm wrong
If you can do it better then by all means
Shoot for the stars but stop crushin' all my life's dreams
And let me fulfill my destiny and purpose
Why you try to make me feel no good and worthless?
This life is all a player got to give
So back up and give me room to breath, can I live?
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
(It ain't easy, yo)
So can I live? That's my question, can I?
(Can I live, yo?)
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
(Ya ain't been in my shoes)
So can I live? That's my question, can I?
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
(Yeah, so hard, yo)
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
(Just tryna be me)
So can I live? That's my question, can I?
(It's only when I know how, yo)
Can I live?
(Came from the ghetto I'm just tryin' to give back)
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
(Ya ain't ever walked in my shoes)
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
(So y'all don't know what I've been through)
So can I live? That's my question, can I?
(How can y'all judge me? Can I live, yo?)
I feel about myself in this world sometimes
Nobody relates what I've been tryna do for so many years
Just tryna make a change, make a difference in all your lives

Tenemos que cambiar nuestras formas de pensar
Como lo hemos hecho en el pasado no lo podemos hacer en el futuro
Que vamos hacer, estamos listos para perder a esta generacion
A la corrupcion de television y musica negativa
Tenemos que pelear para lo que nosotros sabemos que es justo

T-Ha Ha Ha We're Back, I'm about spit some that real lyrical eloquence on ya'll right now let ya'll know how we blaze these microphones out here on the west coast peep game pimpin'
I'm sweet like cinnamon, when I'm spittin' this lyrical venom. Given rappers the blues like denim, when I'm killin' 'em, fillin them with these syllables synonyms of adrenaline spillin' off a spiritual tongue then numbing them like penicillin. Plus I'm trying to reach the lives like Gilligan. Good God willin' spiritual healin' no, stop the drug dealin' and killin'.Because I'm feelin' like I'm ready to lose my mind. So many bullets be flying and riders be dying, Gotta make a difference, for instance the inmates in prison make bad decisions for lack of wisdom. So I cut'em open and make incisions fill ‘em with spiritualism tell bout the one that's arisen how they can be free in their spirits and have their sins forgiven by the one that died on the cross, cause even while they were out there drinkin' and smokin' he loved them even when they were lost so listen to me and stop dissin' the “G” cause I got the remedy dawg on how ya'll can be free c'mon
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast
Chase beats bone lyrics like Vito Corleon
We be running things so act like you all know
Bone yard can't be stopped now
Yeah I'm not a Jehova witness, but I witness for Jehova. Back in the days the first to slang cane in the baking soda. But now-a-days I'm like preaching the word like a drug dealer slangin' holy rock on the curb, eyes blurred off the holy ghost contact smoke gotcha trippin' off my rims, crushed ice and my rope plus I'm gift with flows and wrist is frozen, I thought you all knew dawg (WHAT?) I'm Gods Chosen. Highly favored standin' with elite, that stand apart dawg anointed to bring the word to the street, hanging entertaining the famous set you claim the game of naming, unless I'm naming I'm naming Jesus on the throne and reigning, paintin' a picture for G's banging of how the lord can save them, train ‘em like a Baltimore Raven engravin' the name of Jesus across their heart cause its breakin', for Satan is hatin' anticipatin' and hatin' and once their trapped there's no escapin'
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast
Chase beats bone lyrics like Vito Corleon
We be running things so act like you all know
Bone yard can't be stopped now
Yeah, Uh I've been doin' this for 12 years, it aint easy ya'll. To make hit records that are off the heezy ya'll. Especially when them busters sippin' on that hater-aide, talkin' behind your back and try to stop you on a day to day. I don't make music for them playa hata's anyways this is for them killa's and thugs sippin' on that alazaye, run-a-ways, and essay's locked down in prison, (WHY THEM?) They ones that need the love physician, and I know the perfect doctor ya'll that can heal you when you answer to the altar call, he can fill all the emptiness and void in your heart that's why I rhyme out of need and not for love of the art so listen, my only mission is soul fishin' so that when the rapture happens faces will be on the back of milk cartons missin'
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast
Chase beats bone lyrics like Vito Corleon
We be running things so act like you all know
Bone yard can't be stopped now
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast
Chase beats bone lyrics like Vito Corleon
We be running things so act like you all know
Bone yard can't be stopped now
Chase:

Organized rhyme gangsta connected, from ghetto to ghetto and city to city we worldwide respected
Feared and rejected, rhymes perfected, no need for a none
Holy ghost protected, it's the don of the rap clique, don't trip
Spit lyrical rhymes that reach 'em killas and the convicts, Piru's, B-doggs
And 'em shaw crips and street pimps with these West coast bomb hits
12 years strong, still cant see my clique, sick with the spit
Tell them prayer haters, get a grip, and don't trip, this a brand apocalypse
Two double O three, aint no stoppin' this, from California to the projects of the boogie down
We infamous for bringing that gospel God-core sound, you cant see O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-R-H-Y-M-E.
Chorus
Yall cant see these G's, playas and ridas from the ORC, we the dopest clique
There ever gone be, straight up out of the dirty bay, ohh wee, Cali hits is what we bring
Nuttin' less only the best from the west, so get up out of your seat
Baby and let me see you do the gospel boogie.
Peligroso, like a shoot out, with the po-po, or hydros with no struts in tha low-low
Ya'll must be crazy tryin' to mess with an assassin, I'm flashin and blastin anyone harrassin'
Find a catch a thrashin, and if then asking, tell em Bone said it
Leave ya black and blue with a lyrical weapon, calling the paramedics

A few Good men
Strap up the boots, IÂ'm ready to shoot
Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camo
I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general
Call shots like IÂ'm Joe Bonanno, what, The West is back
Sep this dude ainÂ't black, he Latino dogg and rock Gringos
Black, Indians, Palestinians, and Phillipinos, and cash money like Vegas casinos
IÂ'm armed and ready, palms is sweaty, kinda like em
Sep I got a sharp machete, and IÂ'm quick to toss wack rappers of a levy
Words is heavy, kinda like a 6-4 Chevy, uh
Hip-Hop will never be the same, itÂ's time for change
IÂ'm bout to rearrange the game, ready to fight back
So when they say whoÂ's that, tell em itÂ's just the king of the conscious rap
Chorus
See all we need is just a few good men
cuz ainÂ't to many left like Bone and Mack 10,
we know nobody's perfect, so repent for ya sins
so ya better get it straight, cuz he's coming again
(Whisper) He's watching
Mack 10 -
I got the hood on smash homey
And though I'm ballinÂ' full throttle
I'll never run outta gas homey
I'm so fly as the days go by I'm better
So I dump re-up and keep getting more cheddar
You know what it do
Mack 10 a savage
Got hustle in my veins so I fiend for the cabbage
Fresh baller to the end
Tell a friend and a neighbor
Aint that I got so much flavor
It's that I got so much favor
I'm like Pac I get's down, against all odds
And you don't wanna go to war with a child of God
So if you see me in a six four
Tuck ya pistol
Plus it's on if ya miss
So be careful what ya wish for
A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor
Plus your arms is to short to box wit God playa
See I'm all for Jesus but I'm nothing like Mase
I'm to ghetto and gutter

And so know this,
we will not stop until every Ghetto
Project,
barrio and Burro is reached
and their conscious is raised
through this Hip-Hop movement
The day is here,
now we can raise our hands
and voices as one in triumph

Turn this up, in ya truck, or tha jeep
wi' tha beat, if ya know I go heat,
them bump it, bump it,
Cadillacs better dump it, dump it,
everybody better turn this up,
for my thugs wit chucks in tha clubs,
with that ladies and tha broads,
just bump it, bump it,
DJs better dump it, dump it
For all tha homies in tha hood,
that be phenin' for something they can believe in,
ain't no reason not to play it loud,
crank it patna,
make my ghetto people scream and shout,
play it loud whil I grab this mic and
show everybody how we doing it
when we be chilling on tha Westside,
when we cruisin' we turn the volume up sky high,
bump tha bass
so you can feel tha vibe,
now let me show you how we do it in the SCA
where tha bloods and tha crips
play wit' Ak's and ESES,
from LA get tatoos of gangs and tha 13,
crank this jam
in ya E-Class,
wit' tha 20 inch rims and that wood grain dash,
white leather with tha DVD ,
TVs play it loud in ya SUV
Dump this bass
in ya 20 inch Pioneer speakers
for ya rougues and tha chicas, Boriquas and tha Nicas,
tha Indians, Cherokees and tha Incas
Turn this up
in the hood or ya barrio,
the buro or ya car yo,
Chevy Monte Carlo, or ya Lamborghini Diablo,
Nod yo head
roll tha top down,
let that world know how us West Ridas
get down from Indlewood to the CPT,
oaktown, Fisco to tha NYC.
Turn this up
in tha middle of rush hour traffic,
or projects where the thugs get drastic, blast it,
in club where tha broads be dancing,
turn this up
in ya Chevy Nova, Escalade, Porsche,
or ya Rangerover, Navigator, Bentley, or ya Toyota,
or the Pinto on blocks wit' the broke motor.
Turn this up
put the windows down,
let tha world hear this BoneyBone Corleone sound,
when I'm flippin' and kickin' throwin' out
tha wicked and spittin', lyrical styles

What’s the definition of a true homeboy, one that been down through the
thick and the thin. How many real soldiers you got on your team playa? Let’s
talk about this thing called friends dog
Friends, All my partners and homeboys
Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side
Friends, Thugs that been down with me
Representin me and my clique, the ORC
Who can express what a playa feel
So much gratitude inside of me for my parters that done kept it real
Loyal through the hard times, when didn't nobody care
Everyone puttin' me down, but you was still there
So many come and go, turn from a friend to foe
But trues is with ya when ya seasoned or broke with no doe
Rolling a bucket, or dippin' in dropped double R's
Poor wit no record deal or signed and a superstar
Who can I call on when my backs up against that wall
That won't judge me, but love me and hug me when I trip and fall
Accept my flaws and mistakes, love me for who I am
Stand wit me waving at fans and when I ain't the man
Picture me crying at the age of 9
So many homeys dying, locked up in pens, living a life of crime
Slugs flying and been a witness to homicide
This life taught me love all you homies while they still alive
Friends, All my partners and homeboys
Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side
Friends, Thugs that been down with me
Representin me and my clique, the ORC
(verse 2)
Keep your homies close, cuz in this business friends turn against you
Especially when you need ‘em the most, that's when they'll plot against you
Then commence to rubbing your name in the dirt
Leaving you torn apart with all the pain and the hurt
Jealousy and greed twisted with bitterness and envy
Make your friend be your most hated enemy
Seen it happen so many times before
Make you wanna leave the game and not wanna rhyme no more
Brotha against brotha and a father hating son
Somebody tell me what have we done
My back got blood stains and scabs from backstabs
Lived life looking for trues that I can call my comrades
Or soldiers, sick of them lying, backstabbing, vultures
In a world that's getting' colder
Need a shoulder that I can cry on, rely on, till the day I'm gone
We share that homey love thug bond, it's a friend, Baby
Friends, All my partners and homeboys
Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side
Friends, Thugs that been down with me
Representin me and my clique, the ORC
Some call 'em dogs, others call 'em rouges and comrades
Partners, hogs and aces, whatever the case is
Ain't no replacing a true to life friend
Soldier who been down through the thick and the thin
From the womb to the tomb, come floods or typhoons
We stuck together, endured the cuts and the wounds
Scabbed and bruised, survived the fights and the feuds
Separated we nuttin', but together we can't lose
Homeboys to the end, from the hood to the pen
My life in exchange for yours and your children
Nuttin' I wouldn't do for a friend like you
When I needed you the most ya came through (that's true)
When you hurt I feel pain, when you sad I cry
Allies and down homies to the day we die
I got ya back like a chiropractor, from day one

I woke up in the morning, hungry threw some GRITS on the SKILLET, ate JOHN REUBEN'S sandwich with ROD's PARSLEY and cream spinach, got AUDIO ADRENALINE up in my veins eating BILLY GRAHAM crackers while REBECCA's reading ST. JAMES, I can only imagine all his love and MERCY on ME, when he died on the cross, rose and threw my sins in the sea, open my bible, turn to genesis started reading told YOLANDA how ADAMS sin got him kicked OUT OF EDEN, Then went to JEREMY'S CAMP on the 3RD DAY of the week and met this SUPERCHICK that I had been dying to meet, she wore a WHITECROSS and spoke with a DC TALK accent lived in BUILDING 429 right next to JACI VELASQUEZ, Was from the OC with SUPERTONE body, she said she stayed in shape cause it was her temple and GOD'S PROPERTY, my phone rang, and I had been waiting on CAEDMONS CALL I asked HEZEKIAH to WALKER to the HILLSONG mall.
Whether you like hip-hop, punk rock or classic. It really don't matter
Turn this up in ya car stereo and blast it. Turn it up, now turn it up,
We don't quit, we don't stop, Can't stop singing till we reach top so throw ya hands in the air let your head start bopping, I'm about to do some name droppin.
I flew KIRK to FRANKLIN for a BIG TENT REVIVAL, then gave CREFLO a DOLLER so he'd let me borrow his bible, GREY VOLZ shared on the 2ND CHAPTER OF ACTS, then I looked up and seen this kid TOBY the MAC, he was a, street kid with no CODE OF ETHICS so I took him to FRED'S HAMMOND eggs spot for breakfast, he ordered T-BONE and steak and yo my stomach was growling I was starving but went ahead and got the SHIRLEY CEASAR salad, that's when RAY BOLTZ straight through the door, trying to sell me some JARS OF CLAY he got from el SALVADOR, I couldn't afford it if you know what I mean, so I picked up the phone called the REV. AL for some GREEN, he gave AMY'S GRANT money, she had for a home and told me pray 4 HIM cause they owed some money to 12 STONES, I called STEVEN CURTIS and I asked him to prey, like I do EVERY SUNDAY with RACHAEL LAMPA and RELIENT K.

Welcome to the beautiful Bible belt right here in Tulsa Oklahoma as we get set for the 31st annual Pentecostal Horseracing extravaganza.
Hello everyone, I'm your host T-Boney Soprano and boy let me tell you do we have a spectacular event for you today. Hundreds of the top Christian bands, Artist and preachers have all showed up for the biggest event of the year. That's right... everyone from Audio Adrenaline and Toby Mac to Benny Hinn and Yolanda Adams are here for this one-today folks. And trust me when I tell you, you don't wanna miss it...
Making his way through the crowed right now is horse owner Steven Curtis Chapman with his 2time winning horse Shoulda bought a Hyundai but I got a Mitsubishi, and Wow, Just take a look at Bishop Eddie Longs Beautiful horse named after the letters in his very own name E.D.D.I.E (3x's) who promises to literally give returning champion Robo Cop (3x's) a run for his money, and Listen to this crowed as Amy Grants horse Here Kitty Kitty Kitty comes up to the starting gates. The crowed is really into the one and we still have some time before we get started today. There's Mark Stuart talking to his horse shoot a mosquito representing the hands and feet project in Hatti. Shot a Mosquito has come in 3rd place the past three races. Lets see if he has what it takes to win this time around, but keep in mind he'll be facing Kirk Franklins Mamma Say Mamma Say Manakusa who is the top pick on many peoples card today. And wow, just look at the size of Jaci Velasquez's horse all the way from Argentina come on baby shake ya body do the conga. This is gonna be a tough one to bet on.
All of the horses are all lining up as we get ready to put this show on the road baby, this is the moment we have all been waiting for... and we're of.
Robo Cop (3x's) shots outta the gate with Shoulda bout a Hyundai but I bought a Mitsubishi close behind, Andale Andale mami iya iya Oh Oh, is holding the third spot and here comes Shot a Mosquito moving into 4th right pass Mamma se Mamma sa manakusa, Here Kitty Kitty Kitty is fighting to stay close but it looks like E.D.D.I.E is just too fast. Shoulda Coulda Woulda falls behind as come on baby shake your body do the conga moves into the number 2 position, who will it be...
By a nose hair its
E.D.D.I.E
Kill A Mosquito
Shoulda Coulda Woulda
Shoulda bought A Hyundai but I got a Mitsubishi
Andale Andale Mami Eya Eya Oh Hh
Robo Cop, Robo Cop, Rob Cop
Here Kitty Kitty Kitty
Come on baby shake ya body do the conga
Mama se mama sa manakusa

Praise him...Intro
Me giving, glory praise to the Lord on high, the, king of all kings and the El Shadi, let your praise be heard when you glorify, put your hands in the air, wave them in the sky, now just, jump around dance like king David the blessings come when you sing his praises, so lift him up, his majesty, rose on the 3rd day and he set me free...and I will sing praises to your holy name forever....
Wave your hands up in the sky, sing with me and let's glorify, the name of the Lord, Lord, who sits on the throne, who lives and reins forever more
Chorus
I'm Gonna sing your praises 2x
Come glorify lift your hands up to the sky
I'm Gonna sing your praises 2x
Come glorify raise your voice to the most high
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hosanna unto the Lord (2x)
Me got to tell a, every nation across the globe, from the Caribbean sands across morocco, the Himalayan peeks back to Jericho, Latin America both south and central, praise him with the tambourine and the drums, the string instruments and the words from your tong, now, shout shabok, Hey, he's the rock, Hey, his holy spirit makes me dance a lot, OH....
And I will sing praises to your holy mane forever....
Wave your hands up in the sky, sing with me and let's glorify, the name of the Lord, Lord, who sits on the throne, who lives and reins forever more
Bridge

It's Ok
I show ya how to do it now homie, cuz its ok
To make positive music now baby, put all of the guns away
I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas, but IÂ'm trying to make a change
Cuz thereÂ's to many of my dogs and comrades, homies done past away
Coming up in my early days, I was raised around blacks and essays
And thugs wit short tempers that are quick to spray
Then throw up a gang sign reppin they set
IÂ'm from the west man, this is bout as hard as it gets
Tha projects saturated wit drugs and dealers
And the streets consist of the guns and cold killas
ItÂ's bad enough man the odds is against me
And homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp trees
They say the only way for me to push BentleyÂ's is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip empty
All these demons slowly trying to tempt me
YouÂ'll never make a difference bone, but God sent me to
Revolutionize the style the used to
And reach all of the gangstas in them khakis and zoot suits
Came to try to make some of you open your eyes
And realize what really happens homie after you die
Will the killing ever cease, itÂ's like we got a sick disease
That makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streets
Gotta break the generational curse, hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse WhatÂ's worse, is we promote it though songs and movies
Banned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and Uzis
Then we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flying
GangstaÂ's riding and gangs multiplying, at such fast rapid rate
Could it be all the heroÂ's man kind create
We teach children how to murder in these video games
So all they do is imitate whatÂ's inside of their brain
Cuz to them all of the killing is cool, so they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the school
And then leave them other children wounded and dead
Then realize what they did and turn the gun to they head
Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creep
Throw up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from tha jeep
Then leave you in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of blood
Resting in peace, mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased
Bullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streets
ItÂ's a war zone where we willing, patnas dying and got collect calls from tha prison
Twice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglars
Pimps, and curb servers and golden state warriors
That ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life
In a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mail
Where destiny is hell, you should a known gangstas never retire

I'm fittin to start kickin' lyrical styles
That will have you and you patnas' trippin' out
From the way that i be kickin 'em
Spiritual lyrics that will have you thinking about
Tha pimpin' child, drinkin' and livin' wild
Tell me, "was it worth it child?"
Where you from? Northern Cal, West Coast, from the yay
You know patna' up in Frisco
Next to San Jose
We call it tha dirty bay, sucka free golden state
Oh in the suburbs
Next to Donald Trump?
Naw I can't relate
I'm from the killin' state, playa hate if you wanna
On me tha Don, Miss Shila & E-Doggie Montana
Under boss from Nicaragua
12 years in that game, still maintain
A reputation to give rappers nightmares like Dana Dane, "Oh Mang"
Is what thay scream when i tough the mic
Cuz my style is so cold,
I'm know to leave MC's wit frost bite
So, don't get bitten,
Lyrics that I've written is know to swallow up MC's like cornbread & chittlans.
(BURP!)
12 years on this mic still, droppin' rhyme skillz, reachin' hustlers & G's
Gangstas, and em' playas, purpatraders
That need G-O-D
I'm back to kill tha 2nd verse
Like these rappers kids I left
Layin wit mics up in the Platinum Hearse
Don't be trippin' when I am rippin Micraphones
The Boney Bone is giving all praises to Jevoah on tha throne
That's why, I don't rap for chips or you
I rhyme
for the Father, son, the Holy Ghost and em' gangstas too
I preach the word wherever there's a need
To tha pimp, drug addict, prostitute, and convicts smokin' weed
Beliave in ya heart,
The Lord Jesus Christ is tha son of God
And that he rose from the grave on the 3rd day
And you can be saved from, Fire and Brimstone, PAin Gnashing of the teeth
Tha lake of Fire
Swimming in the belly of the beast
All you addictions, snorting blow, drinkin', and smokin' reef
Poppin' pills on tha daily
Just to make it through that hectic week
If he did it for me
He can do it for you too
If he did it for Paul and Mary Magdalene tha prostitute
Then he can do it for thugs too
So I'm a pop my collar, and halla
Tha Father blessed me wit Dollars and Rap Scholars
That is hotter than burning lava
12 years on this mic still, droppin' rhyme skillz, reachin' hustlers & G's
Gangstas, and em' playas, purpatraders
That need G-O-D
I swallow MC's down my esophagus
Every lyric I spit is phat like a hippopotamus
For instance I burn MC's like incense
Wit a style that's deadlier than O.J. Simpson
You wanna battle
Then you better think twice
Cuz I'm know to leave MC's careers extinct
Like Vanilla Ice, Stetsonsonic, Young MC,
But not "T" still be rhyming in 2003 4,5,6 & 7
Show up to a showdown with a mic as my only weapon
Ahhh, Oh, I'm on point like Ron Harper
Rappers couldn't fade me even if they where a barber
Wit' a pair of clippers or scissors
It don't matter
You one hitter quitters & jealous cuz I'm makin 'em chippers
Oh wee, commin' outa killa-call and like pac said
"We wear them chucks not tha balley's"
12 years on this mic still, droppin' rhyme skillz, reachin' hustlers & G's
Gangstas, and em' playas, purpatraders

[Chorus]
Once upon a time in that Ghetto yo
I used to make the chetta
When I was lounging with the playa and the hustlers yo
And rydin on 'em haters
Just pimpin with them playas from the 415
Hustling everyday just to stay alive
Huh, once upon a time in the ghetto yo-o
I used to make that cheddar
[Verse 1]
Used to be a slave to sin
Smoking indo smoke like the homie Mista Grimm
Now who a thought that years ago I'd be the one reachin him
Prayin in the late night hour crying
Askin' that lord to come on in
Of a broken heart filled with all this hurt and pain
Askin that lord to clear that overcast and all the rain
Cuz there ain't no sunshine in the ghetto
Unless ya got Christ in ya life not the devil
That's what I had though
Demons in my system dogg
Now I'm intoxicated wit the Holy Spirit yall
No more chronic, bionic and gin and tonic
Chocolate tye, or sticky icky, icky
Cuz the Holy Goly gets me high
[Verse 2]
See I was, thugged out
West Cali livin
Straight sinnin in boss hog Cali Pimpin
Straight sippin Gin & Juice, Tangarae and Rum
Steady spittin pimp game from this play tongue
Brim tilted to the left
Leaning in my ride
"Wit that" rims glistering
While I'm whistling
Picture me and chicks kissin in the back of a 64
Devil had me trippin like a wineo' in a liquor store
Thank God bro Jesus broke the Devils chains
Now I'm addicted, shooting this gospel all up in my veins
Can't get enough of the way that he makes me feel
I wanna holla, holla
Ready to die in ya honor
I'm a changed man from the feet up
But stay G'd up
From the street up
So I can reach rydas smoking the weed up
[Bridge]
I just don't know why
These rydas wanna ryde
When they know that
They very well could die
From the bullets of a gage or nine
When ya living in the fast lane commitin 'em crimes
I said I... just don't know why
These plays wanna play
When they know that the world is filled wit AIDS and disease
Baby mamma wit dads who be flossing while they

[T-Bone]
Who this rapper tryin to step to me
Talkin bout you ain't really bout that ministry
Child please, we's them G's on them knees
Preachin from California to the Florida Keys, we be
Slangin the WORD, while they smokin they're herb
And dippin 64's, hittin switches on the curb
Then swerve back in place, bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'Im fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in your hood, Inglewood
West Covina, Pasadena, then take it to my gente, in Puente
I can't forget about all my patnas in the 415, 510, 916
Make them chips, we stick together like cement and bricks
Now just bounce to this playalisctic Boneybone hit
[Chorus]
Dip bounce, side to side
And come ride wit a play from that killa Cali westside
Pyscho, westcoast, rider, music
For you and all your dawgs to ride to
[T-Bone]
Shh, ain't not talkin, while I'm puttin demons in coffins
Dippin in the Cadillac bumpin Dawkins and Dawkins
Got me wrapped up, tied up
If you love Cali, playa throw the Westside up
now watch me ride like them hell's angels
In them Harleys, or them cowboys wit the blue wranglers
Swingin ther lasso, screamin wild wild west
'cause where I'm from, you need a bullet prrof vest
Smoke the what for your stress
Nah dawg, hold up, wait a minute
'cause ain't no high unless the Holy Ghost ain't rolled up in it
I get drunk in the spirit on a day to day basis
And preach the WORD, to my patnas catchin cases
Racist clicks too, piru flamed up in blue
Crips too, God wanna bless you
2, 3, 4 and 5, now close your eyes
And bump this in your ride while you glide and...
[Chorus]
[T-Bone]
I just can't stop, makin suacy gospel hip hop
Fittin do this, til the day that I drop
Like Tupac, 'who do you believe in'
I put my faith in God, blessed to be breathin
Preachin to the heathen, buckin them demons
Oh what a feelin, got the crowd screamin
Dancin on the ceilin
So hate if you wanna man, say what you say
But gospel rap wit Bone is like LA wit out a Dr. Dre
Or Sway without Tech, catchin wreck
Or these Californias streets without a ghetto vet
It ain't happenin, Bibles I'm still packin them
And jackin demons wit them 44 magnums

Chorus - Cuz I'm the Lyrical Assassin, and my lyrics go Buc, Buc, Buc, and all the demons get struck.
Steppin up to da microphone area its the roughneck kid, know to put demons in check, I'll beat em & jack em & punk em, shank em & hit em, wit a shovel cause when I see a demon I'm steamin; so listen little miejo or should I say chico, my name is T-Bone & I don't kick none of that Rico Suave. Instead I kick the jibidi jabba jabbin', I got more flavors than bigidi Baskin Robbins. They got 31 but I got 232, so what ya wanna battle for anyways I score points like Jordan, keep ya looked up like a warden flow like the ocean I'm smooth like lotion sweet like candy tasty like a cherry pie like Johnny Gill I got you saying my my my I'm hard like a rocka should I say a rock A I could take ya out & groowweell like Chabaka I'm not suped up & not in this for the loot cause that's not me in other words thats phony I got a vision like Sonny Arguinzoni so microphone checka 1,2, checka on the microphone yo, its the lyrical Azteca or should I say the one & only lyrical assassin, cuz Buc, Buc, Buc homeboy you get stuck.
Coming back to the track wit the flowin & goin & showin growin & knowin & hoppin & rockin & droppin skills if ya will. Doing it in English or Spanish cause I'm not a gringo, like Cypress Hill I kick the "Latin lingo" baby, taking MCs out wit the flow as you know, when I take em out the box I well gernimo or timber. Cause my rhymes linger for the Hente tu sabes que you soy funky like Tito Puente so check it demons I mutilate cause it's them that I detest. I gaffel em up faster than federal express, I got my spiritual duece now I'm on the loose, looking for demons so I can ummm... Shoot 'em up just shoot 'em up y'all yea, another demon got blasted, yea & thats the fifth one today, hey, here comes another demon around the way but thats ok because I'm gonna get ya, wet ya, & then straight up forget ya walked through my alley or should I say my hood, when it comes to demons T-BONE is up to no good, because I got my hands on the steel, demons try to step I blast em in the grill then load another clip & boo ya blast em....

I know the world got you down
bound by the problems and troubles of life
Full of strife pain and misery
lookin for true peace love and happiness
that you can't find in a drugs
sex or hennessey but come along wit me
if ya wanna hear bout the one that healed the sick
and made the blind see
the one that turned water into wine
and multiplied the loaves and the fishes
healed the lady wit the issue of blood and cured leprosy
cuz even when your friends aint there
and you feelin like nobody cares
God's still there ready to cast all your burdens away
let Him in your heart this very day and I pray
that every lyric I spit will penetrate
the very depths of your soul
and I'm gonna let the whole world know
He can make your sins white as snow
now let me bust en espanol, para mexicano, o cubano
panameno, colombiano, argentino, chilleno
nico, ya puerto ricano, lo que to te enseno
es algo que me ensenaron de pequeno
wit this instrumental I'm gonna make you get sentimental
cause I be knowin that your feelin what I'm talkin bout
make ya wanna shout shout, let it all out out
like tears for fears, I'm tryin to reach my peers
and the thugs playas in the clubs and my patnas slangin drugs
duckin em slugs lookin for love
in a messed up world thats cold like a freezer
thats why until the day I die I'm gonna preach
the Word of God like the man of God they call Peter
mira ahorita you might be goin through
a thing or two but know that Jesus still loves you
so its all good playa wipe your eyes
Cuz Jesus said that everything is gonna be alright
now come on down
[Chorus]
Problems, troubles trials and storms will come your way
Jesus offers love and wants to wipe yours tears away
Cuz even when it seems like nobody really cares, Jesus is there
and he hears your prayers and he hears your prayers
[Bridge]
don't cry the Lord replies
I wanna wipe the tears from your lonely eyes
its gonna be alright
tonight you might be goin throught some things
but joy comes in the mornin time
and I pray that through this rhyme
I'm touchin your mind
body and soul let Him take control
and I know that if you trust in God,
leave your problems in his hands
then everythings gonna be alright
[T-Bone]
Your cryin in the night cause you're lonely
Prayin to the Lord above please hold me
Somebody told me
that when I'm feelin broken hearted,
sad and lost in the valley
you're the one to console me
slowly ease the pain that I've been holding deep
within free me from the life of sin cuz
I'm tired of all the bangin
drug slangin and playin wit the girls
smokin weed and sippin on the gin
I need a real friend who wont leave me nor forsake me
even if the whole world hates me who makes me
feel like I'm somebody special for once in my life
when all my foes wanna lie and playa hate me,
I seen so much drama throughout my life
so many of my peers died and I wonder why
I never got to say goodbye look to the sky
and pray that the Lord hear my cry
they say that You can set me free take away this pain
and misery and deliver me from the hands of the enemy
all because of the blood that You shed at calvary
You gave me the gift of eternal life and now I finally see
that You're the answer to all my needs so I'm down on my knees
beggin Lord please forgive me
from this day forward I promise
to follow where ever you lead