Included here are NEKO's lyrics
from the following STP hits:
Right back in your face with a taste of the Latin race
and like my friend BYEM, 'Pick up the pace, pick up the pace!'
This is just a flow about the LORD who created all;
and ya know the N-E-K-O would never drop the ball
as I run and sprint to reach my touchdown,
livin forever for my King and my crown.
The Word of God says that you'll always have a friend indeed,
that's why I always pack my B-I-B-L-E:
to look up Scriptures and certain verses;
cuz you would never find me rollin in a hearse -n-
back to the lesson that I'm flowin on;
Cuz yo, we're growin on, jackin the devil on -n- on -n- on!
So all you backslidin fools-- Quit your runnin
Cuz livin straight for the Lord is how I'm comin--
Back in full effect, feelin fine, it's a new year.
Take a look in the mirror, you'll see clearer
what the devil and his punks have been doin to you.
Now is the time to blast him and his crew--
So get on your knees and ask the holy Lord into your heart
He can help; but first ya gotta give Him a start!
NEKO's verse from...
DEMISE OF SOCIETY
For 95 years, my peers have shed tears
about the races of variety, some cultures of society
in poverty, livin life just to live--
one day die with nothin to give
but their blood, on the altar of life--
never ever knowin the joy in Christ.
that's why I'm recitin and writin mad poetry
the capital N-E to the K-O, the Latin flowin G,
flowin on funkafied jazz instrumenatals,
lettin ya know that my flow is detrimental
to the matter, and the subject that I'm speakin on.
So many souls these days have been conned
into thinkin that life ain't worth a dime--
never even knowin that we gotta redeem the time.
That's why I strive to give knowledge of God above:
the only way to live is in the Father's love!
Copyright 1995 STP Productions
G-Rap is not weak, not talkin about a mortal man,
the Latin Flow, comin strong, here to preach, and teach my fellow man.
The main objective of this lesson is to get the truth
to penetrate the minds of the ghetto youth.
Keepin it real, ya know the deal, don't have to start that,
'Ya step to me I'll hold you down with an automatic'?
Like the strife on the streets where we live and die.
I hate to roll the block and hear all the ladies cry
over their mommas, over their daddies, over the fallen ones--
the ones that slang that dope and had to pack the fat guns.
He caught two in his back, ain't that a shame?
That's the price he had to pay to play the game.
I knew a lady, used to chill at night in downtown;
and she was known for jackin all them other clowns.
Until one day, she met a man in the dark--
a day later, there's a body in Balboa Park.
The fast life will eventually catch up to you--
the smooth cars, the drugs, the German brews.
The question now is, 'Who will you turn to?'.
My Father up above will never ever leave you!
Copyright 1996 STP Productions
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