FunkyLiftin'Remixed.

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Liftin keeps the pain at bay
Liftin to keep the pain away

Yo
Catch me in the gym around 11pm
Pumping iron relievin my mind from mayhem
Lookin forward to seeing my father from Bethlehem
He picks me up each time I feel like I'm lost again.
Leaves me feeling with a quiet peace, sorta zen
Hands to the sky giving thanks an praise, amen.
Time and time again, then I come home an drink some biochem

Gotta get my protein promoting muscle growth
Direct relationship with Christ, nah I don't follow the Pope.
The Vatican worships death, lies and deceit reek from their breath.
Their false religions poisonious for your health like smokin meth.
Steady non conforming till they put me to death.
An I experience eternal rest. Passing the test.
The blood of christ wrapped around me like a suicide vest.
I'm already dead homie, there's no contest.
Catch me reading my bible sat upon my war chest.
Defeating demons daily like they're some un wanted house guests
Call me the exterminator, fowl pest terminator, confessed flesh slayer.
Holy spirit applicator, prideful spirit deflator, lost soul locator
10 commandment violator, restored by the creator.
To rise again as one of God's Operators.
Here on earth as an infiltrator, behind the lines in Satans kingdom
spitting my rhymes trying to open the peoples eyes to the lies of
the great fabricator.

Liftin keeps the pain at bay
Liftin to keep the pain away

Can't stand these rappers spreading deceit
In the end all those suckers will suffer defeat
Don't let the gold chains fool ya
Mark my words one day the lords gunna school ya
I don't care how cool ya think you are, bruh.
It aint cool to be stupid.
That's what's leaving you lyin in the streets leakin fluid.
Unguided, through that mumble rap your minds polluted
Diluted, satans hold on your mind the lords tryin to Loosen.
Don't be a doofus. When I see you trying to fit in lookin' like roofus.

From bumfights.

Quit playin aroun in the gutter eventually winding up
in them gun sights. Momma crying as they read your last rites.
When all you had to do was follow God. But instead you wanted to play around in those gun fights.