In a day where my anointing has flared up
I had to hit my knees just to fill my cup
On the mic I speak arrogance drenched in humility
I refuse to let my sins overcome and end me
To keep a humble heart is to have a clean soul
But a greedy mind chases fools gold
Visit my shrink why what do fools know
I get knowledge of self from the source life's a sport
And there's too many star players on the bench
Blessing shower so I'ma get drenched
Paid for with a price my ancestors lenched
My King crucified I be damned if I die
Without clinging from his cloak from which virtue flows
Being on the outside looking in it gets cold
You see the church as a building you thinking old
I see the church as any vessel from which the word of God flows
Just like that thing you use to dap your mans
The kingdom of heaven is at hand but you don't' hear me though
Closest thing to uncle Ruckus nice on the mic
Tired of my people being paired with ignorance night after night
I'm the first to say that ain't cool anymore
You too grown to be pissing in the pool anymore
The kingdom of heaven draws near like a compass draws a sphere
Like a chef on his recipe you better prepare
I've dreamed visions of the end time
Now is ill time to chase an ill grind
It's hard to stumble when you're on your knees
But it's easy to fall when you running them streets
We keep it humble because we know who's king
Kingdoms shall burn upon his return
Not the blue flame but the truth flame
Not a new game but a through game
Life's an uphill battle that gets steep
But I'm about to run this bitch like a track meet
Just like that thing you use to dap your mans
The kingdom of heaven is at hand but you don't' hear me though
The book says his thoughts are not your thoughts
So how you going to point the finger judging fault
With every finger you point there's a thousand coming back at you
100 guns trying to clap you, ya'll get mad
When I call these white boys my brother and the way I wild out
If you touch them you'd think we was lovers
Sick of the stigmas and the end time ills
Had to dust off the mic and flex some end time skills
I got this my pen can vouch
You got so many ghost writers your studios a haunted house
Ain't nobody here but me Fif and Phil
RC studios Meech fit the bill
And one more thing ain't none of ya'll kings ain't none of ya'll
Gods just simple human beings
Extra emphasis on simple minded
Blinded, spineless, grindless, denying it
Brotha Meech - Thecloser Lyrics
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In a day where my anointing has flared up
I had to hit my knees just to fill my cup
On the mic I speak arrogance drenched in humility
I refuse to let my sins overcome and end me
To keep a humble heart is to have a clean soul
But a greedy mind chases fools gold
Visit my shrink why what do fools know
I get knowledge of self from the source life's a sport
And there's too many star players on the bench
Blessing shower so I'ma get drenched
Paid for with a price my ancestors lenched
My King crucified I be damned if I die
Without clinging from his cloak from which virtue flows
Being on the outside looking in it gets cold
You see the church as a building you thinking old
I see the church as any vessel from which the word of God flows
Just like that thing you use to dap your mans
The kingdom of heaven is at hand but you don't' hear me though
Closest thing to uncle Ruckus nice on the mic
Tired of my people being paired with ignorance night after night
I'm the first to say that ain't cool anymore
You too grown to be pissing in the pool anymore
The kingdom of heaven draws near like a compass draws a sphere
Like a chef on his recipe you better prepare
I've dreamed visions of the end time
Now is ill time to chase an ill grind
It's hard to stumble when you're on your knees
But it's easy to fall when you running them streets
We keep it humble because we know who's king
Kingdoms shall burn upon his return
Not the blue flame but the truth flame
Not a new game but a through game
Life's an uphill battle that gets steep
But I'm about to run this bitch like a track meet
Just like that thing you use to dap your mans
The kingdom of heaven is at hand but you don't' hear me though
The book says his thoughts are not your thoughts
So how you going to point the finger judging fault
With every finger you point there's a thousand coming back at you
100 guns trying to clap you, ya'll get mad
When I call these white boys my brother and the way I wild out
If you touch them you'd think we was lovers
Sick of the stigmas and the end time ills
Had to dust off the mic and flex some end time skills
I got this my pen can vouch
You got so many ghost writers your studios a haunted house
Ain't nobody here but me Fif and Phil
RC studios Meech fit the bill
And one more thing ain't none of ya'll kings ain't none of ya'll
Gods just simple human beings
Extra emphasis on simple minded
Blinded, spineless, grindless, denying it
I had to hit my knees just to fill my cup
On the mic I speak arrogance drenched in humility
I refuse to let my sins overcome and end me
To keep a humble heart is to have a clean soul
But a greedy mind chases fools gold
Visit my shrink why what do fools know
I get knowledge of self from the source life's a sport
And there's too many star players on the bench
Blessing shower so I'ma get drenched
Paid for with a price my ancestors lenched
My King crucified I be damned if I die
Without clinging from his cloak from which virtue flows
Being on the outside looking in it gets cold
You see the church as a building you thinking old
I see the church as any vessel from which the word of God flows
Just like that thing you use to dap your mans
The kingdom of heaven is at hand but you don't' hear me though
Closest thing to uncle Ruckus nice on the mic
Tired of my people being paired with ignorance night after night
I'm the first to say that ain't cool anymore
You too grown to be pissing in the pool anymore
The kingdom of heaven draws near like a compass draws a sphere
Like a chef on his recipe you better prepare
I've dreamed visions of the end time
Now is ill time to chase an ill grind
It's hard to stumble when you're on your knees
But it's easy to fall when you running them streets
We keep it humble because we know who's king
Kingdoms shall burn upon his return
Not the blue flame but the truth flame
Not a new game but a through game
Life's an uphill battle that gets steep
But I'm about to run this bitch like a track meet
Just like that thing you use to dap your mans
The kingdom of heaven is at hand but you don't' hear me though
The book says his thoughts are not your thoughts
So how you going to point the finger judging fault
With every finger you point there's a thousand coming back at you
100 guns trying to clap you, ya'll get mad
When I call these white boys my brother and the way I wild out
If you touch them you'd think we was lovers
Sick of the stigmas and the end time ills
Had to dust off the mic and flex some end time skills
I got this my pen can vouch
You got so many ghost writers your studios a haunted house
Ain't nobody here but me Fif and Phil
RC studios Meech fit the bill
And one more thing ain't none of ya'll kings ain't none of ya'll
Gods just simple human beings
Extra emphasis on simple minded
Blinded, spineless, grindless, denying it
Writer: Michael Livingston
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