way up (g.o.m. remix)

, we take it way up, higher than nasa off a launch and lift, off into the dark abyss past the stars where the martians live, never will these archers miss they mark you see the darts we spit have sharpened tips we aim for the heart and hit what our target is, like an arsonist lighting a match up and then tossing it, onto gasoline we're torching this, homie of course it's lit, like rick james on eddie murphy's couch screaming out 'darkness is', with no remorse we kick the grime, and in this pond, we are shark to fish, gom this is a remix, get a beat, flip, rip it to pieces, get a seat we up winners suite, finna eat, we sitting wit jesus, drop in it for the god risen, he alive living in the midst of the people, try me, and if you're not feeling it, then bob really, i ain't feeling you either, whether or not you feel it i'm not, forgetting what god has given to me, i could be locked up inside, a prison, and not get visits or preach, god willing ima give them the gospel till i'm not in position to speak, you can knock it, but i'ma rock with the rock and i'm not missing the beat, listen to me, dog, i was up in walmart with a scan gun, for the canned goods, i could rap good, but i did what i could for the fam, that's manhood, quit looking for the quick lick, told god if you're not with it i quit this, that's when he told me no, you just go and be lit lit, i been on the road, doing shows ever since then, tell em what i know, pray they souls they get lifted, messing with the flow but the goal is repentance, never get it twisted, daddy let me loose, we gotta move, bishop with the burner baby, we got the juice, they hating on my team, cus we the truth, won't he do it, and we the proof, we gon take them way way way, way way way, way way way, way way way up, i ain't really with the back talk, homie, but you know that ima talk back, you ain't pitching you could balk back, you ain't got a ride, you can walk back, aye, we need to get the salt back, dark rap make the blackboard, and if you ain't teaching from the most high, lil homie you could get a chalk back, homie i could never go back, i was down in the gutter mayne, low low, in a dark place, oh thank god he the prozac, everybody gotta raise up, knees down, and the prayers up, lock down, homie stay up, tell em all that there's a way up, the blood, we covered by it, speaking up and everyone is silent, if we don't, man y'all confused, we be dropping jewels like a drunken pirate, show enough, the party's uninvited, with the sunday fire i be praising god with, prolly leaving everyone inspired if they spirit's any higher they would mosh pit, we don't really want that, do we?, man i ain't ever cared what the haters say, y'all tripping, my sauce dripping, like a winner goes bathed with the gatorade, flame in the 808, straight propane, lemme demonstrate, put fire in the beat and do the same thing eminem and jay did in "renegade", look up, man look at what the god cooked up, coulda took us with a beam and a touch, but good god that's mean in the clutch, teaming it up, with a rough punch and i don't play game like putt putt, gotta let god be the gut punch, he's running the play like hut hut, if you really tryna have a dust up, hunk your pride and recognize we're just us, plus the mighty hand of god, a rough gust, swinging with your might, you'll get your bust up, come hear the kid and get your roughed up, like paul and silas, tell em and then cough it, virus, benefit righteous, feeling it, living it, pie us, bias,