Up one now, but you wouldn't even pay attention (Alright) Up one now, know I'm out here on a mission (Uh-huh) Up one now, yeah you need to pay attention (Yeah) Up one now, I'm turnin' all the bad bitches down Up one now, my niggas, they tryna get it

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

One true religion One real decision One flesh, One bone God works in mysterious ways, mysterious ways Hey, one man one goal ha, one mission One heart one soul just one solution One flash of light yeah, one God, One vision One flesh one bone One voice one

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

And alone I stand No allegiance Defiant I withstand This resistance I reject what you demand A day of great tribulation is upon us A time of deception conflict and unrest I will not cower in fear and submission I will hold my ground and resist

By the skin of our teeth, now it's killing time Walking stiff let me tall ya' Better left for dead And now we are on a mission Well it's full speed ahead My legion's when we do the crime Let's get one thing straight To get there early is on time And

I know my past I know where I came from I won't go quietly give in to none I know my past my voice makes me able We'll come together we will be as one I'm not a man on a mission But a rising anger forces me to stand And count my voice defiant I'm not

One flesh one bone One true religion One voice one hope One real decision One man, one goal One mission One heart, one soul

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the