Phonte Pastor Tigallo
They love it when I talk my shit again
Pastor Tigallo rap game Benny Hinn
I wanna be chill but can't afford to be still
I need a refill greens, bills, dividends
So pull it outcha pocket dollar bills, twenty twens
I show out cause I know doubt just like the phrase “then again?â€
This is prosperity rap shit for people who be dreaming
Of Saks Fifth but pockets on CitiTrends
You wack niggas who deny y'all wackness
Is like Black niggas who deny they Blackness and say wack shit
Like “I ain't Black bitch my daddy Dominicanâ€
Close your eyes and envision a flow that can't be imprisoned
My shit'll break outta any pen
I used to think these hoes fine
Now these hoes mine and I'm singing to em like Rin and Tin
Everybody has a time when they're in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you
I'm a man I'm a black citizen
On a stand with a magnificent plan to act n..erish to a tee
Like a black Jack Nicklaus or EST the acknicklous
Do ya rap diligence
Do ya backpack, trap rap and ya Dilla shit
Imma be a gentleman and show you sentimental niggas what the fundamentals is
And walk off with two white hoes like Black militants
Take me to the king
Nah nigga take me to the dealership
Then take me to a doctor for pills because I'm
Ill-equipped to deal with a subliminal diss
It ain't real beef it's kibbles and bits
What I do with these bars is criminal it's not a game
So y'all can miss me with that new nigga millennial shit
I ain't heard of that
Murder rap game Cyrano de Bergerac from Tigallo
Still the livest nigga in your cul-de-sac
Sang it, Booty
Sang IT, BOOTY!
Everybody has a time when they're in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you
Onstage I'm a monster
In Paris I am "Monsieur"
But when I step off still I'm unsure
With no reverb it deserves an encore
My grandma asking what you cussin all the time for
It's for the family nah it's for my sanity
Handily stayin true to myself outta the concourse
Niggas is comedy shit is Flight of the Conchords
It was a late night and I was set
On a drive down 85 wondering why the best ideas
Only come to me when I'm alone or I'm depressed
Whatever happens to a rhyme deferred
4 bars at a loss for words hoping that I find the rest
It's like a wound that never heals
A void that never fills and I'm thinking is it by design or by request
I really oughta take some time to rest this can't be healthy
Maybe I'm possessed
Maybe I'm a mess
Man in the high castle taking out a minor threat with one
Stroke of a pen sippin on Hen sittin behind a desk
Why is it I can only thrive in a time of stress?
Call it a benediction or divine intervention
I can't remember when the bars turned into a sentence
I'm not the man that I intend to be
Pastor came to give you life
But this life is killing me
Everybody has a time when they're in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you
