[Intro: Phonte]
Uh, yeah, listen
I want you to come on in
No matter who you are, just come on in
Saints and ain'ts
No matter where you are in your walkin' life, just come on in
Bring your ass to church, Tigallo, Tigallo
[Verse 1: Phonte]
They love it when I talk my shit again
Pastor Tigallo, rap game Benny Hinn
I wanna be chill but can’t afford to be still
I need a refill, greens, bills, dividends
So pull it outcha pocket, dollar bills, twenty twens
I show out, cause I know doubt
Just like the phrase "then again?"
This is prosperity rap shit for people
Who be dreamin' of Saks Fifth but pockets on CitiTrends
You wack niggas who deny y’all wackness
Is like Black niggas who deny they Blackness
And say wack shit like "I ain’t Black bitch, my daddy Dominican”
Close your eyes and envision a flow that can’t be imprisoned
My shit’ll break outta any pen
I used to think these hoes fine, now these hoes mine
And I’m singing to 'em like Rin and Tin
Chuuch!
[Chorus: Tamisha Waden]
Everybody has a time when they’re in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you
[Verse 2: Phonte]
I'm a man, I'm a black citizen
On a stand with a magnificent
Plan to act niggerish to a tee like a black Jack Nicklaus
Or EST the acknicklous, do ya rap diligence
Do ya backpack, trap rap and ya Dilla shit
I'ma be a gentleman
And show you sentimental niggas what the fundamentals is
And walk off with two white hoes like black militants
Take me to the king, nah nigga, take me to the dealership
Then take me to a doctor for pills because I'm ill-equipped
To deal with a subliminal diss, it ain't real beef
It's Kibbles 'n Bits, what I do with these bars is criminal
It's not a game
So y'all can miss me with that new nigga millennial shit
I ain't heard of that murder rap game Cyrano de Bergerac
From Tigallo still the livest nigga in your cul-de-sac
Sing it, Booty, sing it, Booty!
[Chorus: Tamisha Waden]
Everybody has a time when they’re in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you
[Bridge: Tamisha Waden]
Let it get into you (Let it get into you)
[Verse 3: Phonte]
Onstage, I'm a monster
In Paris, I am "Monsieur"
But when I step off, still I'm unsure
With no reverb, it deserves an encore
My grandma always askin', "What you cussin' all the time for?"
It's for the family, nah it's for my sanity
Handily stayin' true to myself, outta the concourse
Cause niggas is comedy, shit is Flight of the Conchords
It was a late night and I was set
On a drive down 85, wonderin' why the best
Ideas only come to me when I'm alone or I'm depressed
Whatever happens to a rhyme deferred?
4 bars at a loss for words, hoping that I find the rest
It's like a wound that never heals, a void that never fills
And I'm thinkin', is it by design or by request?
I really oughta take some time to rest, this can't be healthy
Maybe I'm possessed, maybe I'm a mess
Man in the High Castle takin' out a Minor Threat
With one stroke of a pen, sippin' on Hen', sittin' behind a desk
Why is it niggas only thrive in a time of stress?
Call it a benediction or divine intervention
I can't remember when the bars turned into a sentence
I'm not the man that I intend to be
Pastor came to give you life but this life is killing me
[Chorus: Tamisha Waden]
(Everybod, everybody) Everybody has a time when they’re in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you
[Outro]
With the untimely death of Hip-Hop legends
Combat Jack, Prodigy, Phife from Tribe Called Quest
Have been even more focus on enlightening
Both black men and women
On how to take better care of themselves
