LYRIC
The Motto

True religion
My Jeans [genes] are made of royal blood
I got treasures where the thieves and moths can never rob
Heart settled on the medal
Watch me peddle
Up the hill Cross the path where its straight and narrow
Nails through the bone marrow , rips the veil in half
I got access 12 rounds,Everlast
A ring or a box I'm committed to one who rose
N B Dcah I know I couldn't pay the cost [Gang!]

That's the motto
Thats the motto
Preach the Gospel make disciple thats THE MOTTO

Talking is cheap so when I act its priceless
Die daily thats THE MO yeah I got a license
66 magazines loaded in the cartridge
Last days click click bang blow my tempo!
"BOW!"

Blow my tempo!
"BOW!"

I got my eyes on the prize
I couldn't careless who's left or right
Yeah their looking all nice
But is their name in the book of life
Believe and get Baptized
From the strip to the stage with lights
Yeah man I said it before
But you know I have to say it twice
Cos am
Set free now I'm set free on a mission
To set free those who are captive in a prison
Test me wanna test me wid a riddim my insticks is to aim squeeze on the riddim
But I got a new ting for the riddim
It's nothing but love when I come through
Cah it's not about me on the Riddim
Gang!

That's the motto
Thats the motto
Preach the Gospel make disciple thats THE MOTTO

Talking is cheap so when I act its priceless
Die daily thats THE MO yeah I got a license
66 magazines loaded in the cartridge
Last days click click bang blow my tempo!
"BOW!"

Blow my tempo!
"BOW!"

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