ACID REFLEX >>

THE HUSTLE
It's like the blind to the blind leading blind around
Put cha faith in a spook god, how that sound
Put cha faith to the most in an unseen ghost
That they say full of love but we come up short

Now what I wanna know is where Jesus at
When the wars rage on and the po-lice clap
When the crime rate, ris-ing, black on black
And the water from Katrina wash away ya fam, it's like a

Cruel joke that's played a lot
On the people that rely on they faith a lot
On the people that obey and respect a book
That was written by man to control the flock

Now tell me, how any god is just
To allow such misery and pain in us
To allow all the war, suffering and such
And to allow the president to remain untouched

CHORUS:
No different than the pimp game
Give you somethin' to believe in
Give ya money to the preacher man
Take me a little higher, higher, higher (2X)

Now pass the plate around, put it on the building fund
While the priest get drunk and molest ya son
Such grief, no peace from the HIV
Thank god that he killin' off fags and fiends

But I guess the Lord works in mysterious ways
That's why its okay for them to own the slaves
and civilize savages, praise his name
Take land, split the family up and sell off babies

What I'm sayin', it's kinda fucked up to trip
That the shit you believe might not exist
Sumthin' like a unicorn man, it's on the list
With Big Foot, Mickey Mouse, Santa Claus and myths

And shit, some might say they's blas-phem-ous
When I question the plagues In Af-ri-ca
When I question the way your Jesus looks
And the way it affects all the minds of us, I'm sayin'

CHORUS:
No different than the pimp game
Give you somethin' to believe in
Give ya money to the preacher man
Take me a little higher, higher, higher (2X)

Now look here, it's about that time again
When the corp-or-a-tions say spend and spend
On the trees and the gifts and the travellin'
Kam told y'all the holidays are not ya friend

And when everybody floss, you can get it at Ross
And the midnight sales make 'em smile at Zales
What the hell, they'll sell y'all the whole damn earth
Everything at the mall celebratin' his birth

From a virgin, a perp couldn't make that up
If you believe that, I got a bridge ready to dump
While your broke ass givin' up the cash, fo' what?
They say the faith kicks in when the facts can not

And it make me wanna holla, Benny Hinn's the man
Like Creflo Dollar, that's Big Pimp-in'
Fuck rap, I could lead you from a life of sin, shit
Next Sunday, we do it all again, because it

CHORUS:
No different than the pimp game
Give you somethin' to believe in
Give ya money to the preacher man
Take me a little higher, higher, higher (2X)

Now I know some a y'all get mad at songs
So get ya gay senator to pass a law
Get free speech out the way once and for all
Tap his motherfuckin' shoes in a bathroom stall
Greenbacks, no tax is the golden rule
Anything they can do to keep ya'll some fools
Don't mean to offend but that's okay too
Long as y'all recognize and explore the truth, because it

Ain't no hustle like religious hustle 'cause religious hustle don't stop

CHORUS:
No different than the pimp game
Give you somethin' to believe in
Give ya money to the preacher man
Take me a little higher, higher, higher (4X)


 






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