El Piloto (P-P) - Abel Lopez

And when he has tried me I shall come forth as pure gold Have you been tried in the fire? Have you been tried in the fire? Well, tell me Did you come through as pure gold? (Yes!) You kick it like the benefactor's benefactor (yes!) Well, truthfully, we know you never been a factor (yes!) Well, honestly, the truth is that you've been an actor (yes!) And now your actions got them boys 'bout to mass up (yes!) Lectures from the devil got you pipin' hot (yes!) Fuck this up, and you get screwed and chopped, no Michael Watts (yes!) When I was ten, I used to freestyle in the parking lot Now everything I used to rap about, I really got I went and got my digits up Your favorite nigga's midget, bruh You don't want no trouble, cuh The 25th, I got a meeting with the governor (for real) The shit I'm rappin' 'bout, I am not cappin' 'bout (for real) I used to trap from Faron down to Camelot (for real) I used to whip up coke in my granny's pot She asked my friends, was I sellin', they said, "Nope, he not" (it is) Them niggas lyin' to a prayin' woman The truth a heavy burden and it's weighin' on me (yes!) Red doggies caught me slippin', went to wailin' on me I went to callin' out to Jesus like a reverend, homie (yes!) Chalked it up to sin, took it on my chin (yes!) Gotta take some L's if you wanna win (yes!) They took a nigga bomb, but didn't take us in (yes!) I didn't even have no re-up I could re-up with (yes!) Had to rob another dealer just to re-up shit (yes!) Prayed to God that in his heart, he find forgiveness for me (yes!) It was nothin' personal, it was just business for me When I got on, I paid him back, and told him shit was ugly I'd rather ask forgiveness like a hundred times Than be askin' for permission in a begger's line 'Cause of who I be and check out who I tend to mine I got a partner who don't eat no pork at dinner time But let you act like you gon' ever hurt a inch of mine He have your woman hogtied up and that's by dinner time I keep my eyes on glory, tell the devil get behind Now bear in mind, the devil made me offers I declined We not aligned, not combined, I am not confined To any wicked system that these demons have designed (yes!) They flame of mine'll have you salty as a bacon rind I'm tryna mastermind how to help out human kind (yes!) I'm open mind, but I do not walk with none aligned (yes!) My state of mind is to keep a piece for peace of mind (yes!) I'm like Malcolm with my piece set of Venetian blinds (yes!) I'm tryna manifest some things of my subconscious mind (yes!) That I have only seen in dreams of my unconscious mind (yes!) My dreams are unrefined, swing them out of state of mind (yes!) That make you sing, "This lucky life of mine is predesigned" And if it is, then thank the Lord 'cause that's the mastermind This Lord, oh, yes, Lord Yes, Lord, yes, Lord (Lord)

I've never really had a religious experience, in a religious place Closest I've ever come to seeing or feeling God is listening to rap music Rap music is my religion. Amen What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet Hands gone clap and feet gone tap El-P beats to make that snap And I ride them with my raps, and they all tight as my naps And my naps is all I got, and this beautiful ebony skin And the music in my heart, and the words put in the wind And the words put in the wind, coming back like a boomerang When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This that Robert Johnson That Muddy Waters That James Brown, Augusta, GA That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder That Mayfield, that Superfly That Willie Hutch and that Mack It's that blues man, that soul man That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac This that Jimi Hendrix That George Clinton I feel it in my bones Aretha Franklin That Shirley Caesar Miss Nina Simone That Sade, that Love is King That Coltrane, that Love Supreme That Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew that "Beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit I got things to do, before I meet glory in the sky And my baby girl b-day be six months away, she gonna be five So I pray to the lord he spare me, and I make it by and by And I help souls stay out of Hell with what I testify And maybe when I grab the microphone and never lie That'll merit that he spare me, I won't have to feel that fire So Killa Kill gonna spit that real on each and every song And each and every poem, until the good lord call me home, gone This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit