American Pope by Mandala_Raps Lyrics
Verse 1:
Catholic boy rappin’ in the middle of America
They try to tear me down
They can denigrate my character
But I never cared
I’ve been sayin’ more the merrier
So criticize me
I’m just breaking down the barriers
Church walls fallin’
Tell Francis I’mma carry a
New wave to the Roman Church’s Magisterium
Catholic boy rappin’
Could’ve been a seminarian
I guess I wasn’t cut
My delivery Cesarean
I’m burying’
All these frickin’ heretics like Arian
Or Arius
And destroying anything nefarious
Imperative
We ain’t tolerating no Escariots
I’m serious
I’mma tell em how important Mary is
In fact
I dedicate this album to her
She held me up
When I was lying dead in the dirt
But now I’m back
And I gotta help to convert
All of you heathens to the kingdom
This is heaven on earth
Little cheesy maybe
Goin’ Jesus crazy
Just like Yeezy maybe
I’m just being zany
Throw me out
Then my stock rise like a beanie baby
Heed these sayings
They can keep on hating
Hook:
Try to tear me down
I come back around
Everybody tell me chill
But I only double down
They say I should be real
Cuz my head up in the clouds
Give me couple years
Everybody know my sound
People wanna doubt
They don’t know about
The way that God is workin’
Everyday the grace abounds
Patience I have found
Once I made a vow
Said that I would make a difference
‘Fore my body’s in the ground
Verse 2:
Culture lookin’ bad
Jesus where you at bro?
Does he wear a MAGA hat or does he wear a mask though
Call me incel
I’m still looking for my damsel
In distress, hoping I can catch her in the castle
Tackle
Any subject they gon have to cancel
Me before I blow up and I go and light a candle
Inside of my people and the devil’s plan unravels
There’s nothing we can’t handle
We ready for a battle
So pray for my soul
Pray that I don’t
Let my pride crush
And make me unfold
‘Cause I’m so weak
If I gotta battle Satan alone
Only chance that I got is if the grace of God is bestowed
So hold the line like soldiers, open fire
Like the ghost of Andrew Jackson is floatin’ by
Yelling at all of his men to keep the hope alive
Against the redcoats, spirit of New Orleans rise
Whether you’re ready or not
Many enemies got
You in the scope for a shot
Right on your head there’s a dot
Hope that your weapons are cocked
So that whenever they knock
You’ll be expecting
And send a message that they never forgot
Bridge:
Ayo Jack
They’re not ready for this one
I already know what they’re gonna say
“American Pope?
Who do you think that you are?”
Hook:
Try to tear me down
I come back around
Everybody tell me chill
But I only double down
They say I should be real
Cuz my head up in the clouds
Give me couple years
Everybody know my sound
People wanna doubt
They don’t know about
The way that God is workin’
Everyday the grace abounds
Patience I have found
Once I made a vow
Said that I would make a difference
‘Fore my body’s in the ground
Catholic boy rappin’ in the middle of America
They try to tear me down
They can denigrate my character
But I never cared
I’ve been sayin’ more the merrier
So criticize me
I’m just breaking down the barriers
Church walls fallin’
Tell Francis I’mma carry a
New wave to the Roman Church’s Magisterium
Catholic boy rappin’
Could’ve been a seminarian
I guess I wasn’t cut
My delivery Cesarean
I’m burying’
All these frickin’ heretics like Arian
Or Arius
And destroying anything nefarious
Imperative
We ain’t tolerating no Escariots
I’m serious
I’mma tell em how important Mary is
In fact
I dedicate this album to her
She held me up
When I was lying dead in the dirt
But now I’m back
And I gotta help to convert
All of you heathens to the kingdom
This is heaven on earth
Little cheesy maybe
Goin’ Jesus crazy
Just like Yeezy maybe
I’m just being zany
Throw me out
Then my stock rise like a beanie baby
Heed these sayings
They can keep on hating
Hook:
Try to tear me down
I come back around
Everybody tell me chill
But I only double down
They say I should be real
Cuz my head up in the clouds
Give me couple years
Everybody know my sound
People wanna doubt
They don’t know about
The way that God is workin’
Everyday the grace abounds
Patience I have found
Once I made a vow
Said that I would make a difference
‘Fore my body’s in the ground
Verse 2:
Culture lookin’ bad
Jesus where you at bro?
Does he wear a MAGA hat or does he wear a mask though
Call me incel
I’m still looking for my damsel
In distress, hoping I can catch her in the castle
Tackle
Any subject they gon have to cancel
Me before I blow up and I go and light a candle
Inside of my people and the devil’s plan unravels
There’s nothing we can’t handle
We ready for a battle
So pray for my soul
Pray that I don’t
Let my pride crush
And make me unfold
‘Cause I’m so weak
If I gotta battle Satan alone
Only chance that I got is if the grace of God is bestowed
So hold the line like soldiers, open fire
Like the ghost of Andrew Jackson is floatin’ by
Yelling at all of his men to keep the hope alive
Against the redcoats, spirit of New Orleans rise
Whether you’re ready or not
Many enemies got
You in the scope for a shot
Right on your head there’s a dot
Hope that your weapons are cocked
So that whenever they knock
You’ll be expecting
And send a message that they never forgot
Bridge:
Ayo Jack
They’re not ready for this one
I already know what they’re gonna say
“American Pope?
Who do you think that you are?”
Hook:
Try to tear me down
I come back around
Everybody tell me chill
But I only double down
They say I should be real
Cuz my head up in the clouds
Give me couple years
Everybody know my sound
People wanna doubt
They don’t know about
The way that God is workin’
Everyday the grace abounds
Patience I have found
Once I made a vow
Said that I would make a difference
‘Fore my body’s in the ground