Under Oath by Gosh Da Reel Lyrics
(Smoke Beats tracks)
(Verse 1: Reap3r)
For I only speak the truth, if I lie pardon me
All I needed was that isolation, tired of patience
Everybody needs the help, all I have are rhyme pads
What you gonna do about it when you also need the help
Oh my soul needs the boom bap, on a daily basis
I was born in the trap, so I spazz on hi hats
Benz make 'em dance for the work really scarce
Can I commence further with the art science playing?
I ain't stopping for whatever, get them turntables rеady
My tongue be bopping, on the mic I rock stеady
God with the aerosol, my life on graffiti mode
Hallelujah money, put the faith up in action
Cash in, every word God told you what to do
Am I through, doing what I am supposed to do?
You get it though, every instruction is necessary yo
Checking my scenario and preaching on them audios
Tony (Moyo)
Can I kick it? Yes I Kroos
I'm still going for the fourth champions league
I know it's a task but I'm Leo in the jungle with a lot of Luis' and Philippes' by my side, let it slide
I got a lot of women that I let go, do I regret this? Maybe
I'm thinking about 'bout it
On His mic, that's where I rest comfortably
That's the only thing that I need in this lifetime
Forgive me for the selfishness, I wanted to rhyme
Now I understand the prices for all my choices
It's the devices, that led me to move around this crisis
All I need is your iris Lord (can we see?)
Now I have missed service
I had to pack this before the 31st
Is everything good fit for my table?
I don't think so
I'mma leave this for the Vatican
(Oh my Gosh)
[Verse 2: Gosh Da Reel]
Slept around with hookers, I made reckless decisions
Never did it without a rubber but who was I deceiving?
I didn't fear God but I feared diseases
I really need to change, come and rescue me Jesus
I'm a gospel artist addicted to alcohol
I don't know, I don't know
But I'm more dumb than these secular artist
I shouldn't be clubbing
What kind of example am I setting for these young kids?
I'm a lost sheep in a lost ship
I'm on my knees, forgive my sins
Remove the last seen of the last scene of my last sins
Oh my God please, uh
Should have never ever ever doubted you Lord
I been to many clubs but I never got robbed
But at a church crusade, someone stole my cellphone
And that made me drift away but now I'm back home
Now I'm back home
Uh
(Verse 1: Reap3r)
For I only speak the truth, if I lie pardon me
All I needed was that isolation, tired of patience
Everybody needs the help, all I have are rhyme pads
What you gonna do about it when you also need the help
Oh my soul needs the boom bap, on a daily basis
I was born in the trap, so I spazz on hi hats
Benz make 'em dance for the work really scarce
Can I commence further with the art science playing?
I ain't stopping for whatever, get them turntables rеady
My tongue be bopping, on the mic I rock stеady
God with the aerosol, my life on graffiti mode
Hallelujah money, put the faith up in action
Cash in, every word God told you what to do
Am I through, doing what I am supposed to do?
You get it though, every instruction is necessary yo
Checking my scenario and preaching on them audios
Tony (Moyo)
Can I kick it? Yes I Kroos
I'm still going for the fourth champions league
I know it's a task but I'm Leo in the jungle with a lot of Luis' and Philippes' by my side, let it slide
I got a lot of women that I let go, do I regret this? Maybe
I'm thinking about 'bout it
On His mic, that's where I rest comfortably
That's the only thing that I need in this lifetime
Forgive me for the selfishness, I wanted to rhyme
Now I understand the prices for all my choices
It's the devices, that led me to move around this crisis
All I need is your iris Lord (can we see?)
Now I have missed service
I had to pack this before the 31st
Is everything good fit for my table?
I don't think so
I'mma leave this for the Vatican
(Oh my Gosh)
[Verse 2: Gosh Da Reel]
Slept around with hookers, I made reckless decisions
Never did it without a rubber but who was I deceiving?
I didn't fear God but I feared diseases
I really need to change, come and rescue me Jesus
I'm a gospel artist addicted to alcohol
I don't know, I don't know
But I'm more dumb than these secular artist
I shouldn't be clubbing
What kind of example am I setting for these young kids?
I'm a lost sheep in a lost ship
I'm on my knees, forgive my sins
Remove the last seen of the last scene of my last sins
Oh my God please, uh
Should have never ever ever doubted you Lord
I been to many clubs but I never got robbed
But at a church crusade, someone stole my cellphone
And that made me drift away but now I'm back home
Now I'm back home
Uh