Biografía:
Rakim Mayers (nacido el 3 de octubre de 1988), más conocido como Asap Rocky (estilizado como A$AP Rocky), es un rapero y director visual americano. Nacido y crecido en Nueva York, en el barrio de Harlem, es un miembro del grupo de hip hop A$ap Mob, del cual adaptó su apodo. Rocky lanzó su primer mixtape LiveLoveA$AP en 2011 recibiendo el reconocimiento de los criticos. Planea lanzar su primer album LongLoveA$AP el 31 de Octubre, 2012.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
(spoken) Ay, I have a message from the Most High that says: "This negra kept his soul from the Devil"
Am
It's true, I guess I mean, wait a minute now
Am G D
Is your people really that God damn ign'ant? Really? Really?
[Verse 1]
Am
Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down"
Am
Bow your head, the Most High's around cocktails
G
Guys and gals miss me, ties and gowns happen now
D
My entire sound is how you tryna sound? Stop it now
Am
They ask me why I don't go to church no more
Am
'Cause church is the new club and wine is the new bub
G
And lies is the new drugs, my sister the next stripper
D
My brother the next victim, my usher the next tricker
Am
Satan givin' out deals, finna own these rappers
Am
The game is full of slaves and they mostly rappers
G
You sold your soul first, then your homies after
D
Let's show these stupid field niggas they could own they masters
Am
Holy smokes, I think my pastor was the only folk
Am
To own the Rollie, Ghost and Rolls Royces with no Holy Ghost
G
And get your shit prepared, face your fears, all you niggas scared
D
Say your prayers, pray you fit upstairs, it's our only hope
[Interlude]
Am
Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down"
Am
Bow your head, the Most High's around
G
Lord (These things are not right, these things is not right)
D
Lord (Hell, nobody's ever defined)
Lord
[Verse 2]
Am
The pastor had a thing for designer glasses
Am
Yeah, I'm talkin' fancy plates and diamond glasses
G
The ushers keep skimmin' the collection baskets
D
And they tryna dine us with some damn wine and crackers
Am
Who's more important than your Lord and Savior?
Am
Won't let the pearly gates up in this probably due to all your poor behavior
G
My mental got a couple tips to save ya
D
Just be sure to count it as my only favor, thank me later
Am
Uh, every night I stayed up sayin' prayer, made me greater, uh
Am
Let's savior chasin' green for collard greens and baked potatoes
G
On the table, pray for cable, hit the label, now we major, ha
D
I got my own relationship with God, Lord
[Hook]
Am G D
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
Am G D
Holy Ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need
Am G D
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
Am G D
Holy Ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need
Am G D
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
(fade out)
(spoken) Ay, I have a message from the Most High that says: "This negra kept his soul from the Devil"
Am
It's true, I guess I mean, wait a minute now
Am G D
Is your people really that God damn ign'ant? Really? Really?
[Verse 1]
Am
Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down"
Am
Bow your head, the Most High's around cocktails
G
Guys and gals miss me, ties and gowns happen now
D
My entire sound is how you tryna sound? Stop it now
Am
They ask me why I don't go to church no more
Am
'Cause church is the new club and wine is the new bub
G
And lies is the new drugs, my sister the next stripper
D
My brother the next victim, my usher the next tricker
Am
Satan givin' out deals, finna own these rappers
Am
The game is full of slaves and they mostly rappers
G
You sold your soul first, then your homies after
D
Let's show these stupid field niggas they could own they masters
Am
Holy smokes, I think my pastor was the only folk
Am
To own the Rollie, Ghost and Rolls Royces with no Holy Ghost
G
And get your shit prepared, face your fears, all you niggas scared
D
Say your prayers, pray you fit upstairs, it's our only hope
[Interlude]
Am
Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down"
Am
Bow your head, the Most High's around
G
Lord (These things are not right, these things is not right)
D
Lord (Hell, nobody's ever defined)
Lord
[Verse 2]
Am
The pastor had a thing for designer glasses
Am
Yeah, I'm talkin' fancy plates and diamond glasses
G
The ushers keep skimmin' the collection baskets
D
And they tryna dine us with some damn wine and crackers
Am
Who's more important than your Lord and Savior?
Am
Won't let the pearly gates up in this probably due to all your poor behavior
G
My mental got a couple tips to save ya
D
Just be sure to count it as my only favor, thank me later
Am
Uh, every night I stayed up sayin' prayer, made me greater, uh
Am
Let's savior chasin' green for collard greens and baked potatoes
G
On the table, pray for cable, hit the label, now we major, ha
D
I got my own relationship with God, Lord
[Hook]
Am G D
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
Am G D
Holy Ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need
Am G D
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
Am G D
Holy Ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need
Am G D
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
(fade out)
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