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Artist: Mel Monroe
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Futcha!
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Futcha!
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What it is playa?
I'm what it is playa (futcha)
How that futcha suit ya?
I custom fit it playa
Go above and beyond, see um, I be on that futcha holy culture
Come again?
I thought I told you: All that sin and death, women, that image, yuck!
I'm bout to interject, finish that, kill all that
Faithless dudes make tasteless music and use it to make revenues
Yeah, I know what you're used to, but that's the past
I'm the future
Don't get it twisted
I'm enlisted as a soldier in this army
Ain't a weapon y'all got that can harm me
I've got the rock (that) y'all rock as a charm piece
The cornerstone
Built too last
I'm so gone
Catch me if you can
New era
Future
Come find me
I'm the
Futcha!
Welcome, welcome!
So nice of you to join us
Me and my dreams had a meeting, made a futcha appointment
Got a lot of opposition, but I doubt it'll stop the anointing
So, I'm gone keep on pushing even though cats sleep on me like cushions
I take no pride in my flesh
Ain't trying to be the best, just staying in my lane
Really don't matter if you know me or show me love, as long as you know his name
My aim is to take the lame of the culture and regenerate the game in the name of Jesus
I can see the
Futcha!
Extra, extra!
Read all about it
Me without the Jesus?
You can forget about it!
The game's been so misrouted
It's time to find it's way back to the safest spot
Which is in the hands of the saints of God
We're stewards, you're cowards
Two words: Final hour
They get that glory now, but they'll be bowing in the latter
And that's no laughing matter
He wants to see how those talents count up
When the king comes back he's gonna round them up
And that's something we gone have to give account for
Yall's kings wear tierras, yall counterfeit
Under hypnosis, snap out of it
There's only one king
Christ and he's heaven sent and that applies to the futcha (or) present tense
And I'm evidence of the epidemic
It's real serious, so tell me who's got next?
Hip hop is gonna experience apocalypse
Joel 2: 28. The timer's set
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