Destiny is always driven by your distinctives
The things about you that make you different
Are the things that will drive you into your destiny
Often the things that embarrass you about yourself
Are the very things that God has impowered you with to make a difference in your world
We spend our time running from the things that God wants to use to lead us
And you see it in Moses life, God was preparing him to be a deliverer
But in order to prepare him to be a deliverer he had to give him a distinctive
And sometimes God has to pull you away from
From comfortable circumstances in order to propel you into your calling
Separation is preparation

The holy ghost
In Jesus name
I pray on peace for all the things I feel I can't escape
Don't look no further
Cause I'm a sinner
And they gon' have mop the blood up when I'm finished

Suns getting real low
Stark contrast to the morning
Heart of gold is where I hold the iron
Pleasure cruise is where I hold the orgies
Couple demons came to try and test me
I let off some shots without a warning
Now I'm drunk at nights at karaoke
What a life to live in all its glory
Uh! What a bar, come tomorrow
All unresolved blunders sprawl
Tumbling on like a thunderstorm in a jungle
Es ist wundervoll!
Cause what are we without the mercy?
What could you say to hurt me?
Been on a quest for the truth
And I don't know I'm still searching
But me and Memo back to put on wax the ghetto crack, the troubles back
And it won't be gentle but more metal
Got some scores to settle so you can bet on that
So many plaques you gon' ask where the dental floss, get the epsom salt
Someone try to relax me
But there's no hope of me calm

Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
They won't recognize it by the time I'm done

Yeah, KG Radio 10645
You are now tuned into the sounds of DJ DND and the glorious emcee
Quinsum Gimme Sum, aye

I got some bad intentions and I'm waiting them off
Looking out for the right one
All that talking you do is useless
Step to it

Uh-oh, there's a murder in the street and a form of threat
A scripture and a scientific method
Profit of the narc block, Bronx bomb, Jon Mox gripping up the prosthetic arm bar
What you want?
Hands out
They tapping in now, where my where abouts?
They tuned in, let me clear it out
Wait hold up, should I air it out?
Can you hear me now?
Look how they do me
All the years I was taught it's illusion
Don't confuse me
With the other lame ones in the room
I just choose do something with my life that'll move me
It's human nature, you take the pay cut
I take the pay stub from thoughts I can't take a break from
I skipped school and still made the classics
Bred from disaster, long way from average

Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
They won't recognize it by the, by the, by the

Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
They won't recognize it by the time I'm done

If they don't give us a Grammy for this album they're stupid