Landa Gherra – Weirdo Lyrics
Yeah. Uh. Yeah.
Your perception is of mass deception.
Realize I’ve been sent to teach you cowards a lesson.
See the brave stand alone, but cowards roll up in packs.
No wonder why you carbon-copy thugs don’t know how to act!
I’ve been called every name in the book.
Based on the ignorance of how a black man should look!
So I’m a faggot now because I dress differently.
But truth be told: Ain’t no man ever appealed to me!
So once and for all let’s set the record straight.
Apparently you FLUNKIES like how my name tastes.
Yeah you swallow like a porn star in Vegas!
I picked you up and dropped you off like a rental car from Avis.
And check the blog for the news on the latest.
And if you can’t read I suggest you should pray this:
“Lord help me keep my mouth off your messenger,
And help me listen to the wisdom that he telling us.”
Let me talk to these preachers who refuse to teach us.
Pass around the money plate, yet refuse to feed us.
They robbing God of tithes, and robbing men of their dignity.
Drowning out my words, saying “God ain’t really sending me!”
They want me to be all perfect and blameless.
But I’m more like Jeremiah and Amos.
‘Cause it ain’t popular when spoken in truth.
Ay, yo, forget the podium, I’ll make my pulpit this booth.
I spit a sermon, but I ain’t making them dance.
I’m spittin’ revelation but can’t get no “amens”!!
And I ain’t making them shout, so after service they walk out
And swear up and down I don’t know what I am talking about!
I don’t know what I’m talking ‘bout.
“Cause you expect a preacher’s kid raised in church, from out the south?”
Yeh, with 4 or 5 religious degrees, he graduate from seminary and bring the world to its knees?
And come up through the ranks where the bishops and apostles are?
A clap-track applauding when he interviews on Daystar...and TBN and do it again?
He claiming he’s a prophet but he never preach against sin?
And promise all his followers a house and Benz, and if you sow a “love seed” the Lord will throw in some RIMS? YOU MEAN HIM?!
It’s all game and church folk are still playin’. A Facebook post, #I’mjustsayin...
All my life I’ve been that weirdo.
UNDERDOG! (heretic)
UNDERDOG! (lunatic)
UNDERDOG! (hypocrite)
UNDERDOG!
All my days I’ve been that weirdo!
Before I go, I wanna know why we’re so divided.
RELIGION got us brainwashed—we’re so narrow-minded.
It’s one book, it’s one CHRIST, it’s one CHURCH, right?!
But yet you judge—they hate; It’s just the facts of life.
But I ain’t stopping ‘til this message is spread.
And I don’t kiss a crucifix because I KNOW He ain’t dead!!
This hatin’ and debating, yo, it’s getting ridiculous.
It’s food for thought, I serve it up; I take it so serious
Rhymes ill, lyrics sick flow like chemo.
Don’t be surprised I’m my generation’s new HERO!
All my life I’ve been that WEIRDO!
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG!
All my days I’ve been that WEIRDO!
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG!
Father at a young age, you always told me that I was different.
Yet you warned me of how people would ignorantly perceive me and judge me.
I never knew life would be this hard.
Never knew I’d endure such pain.
All...my...life...I’ve...been...that…
Your perception is of mass deception.
Realize I’ve been sent to teach you cowards a lesson.
See the brave stand alone, but cowards roll up in packs.
No wonder why you carbon-copy thugs don’t know how to act!
I’ve been called every name in the book.
Based on the ignorance of how a black man should look!
So I’m a faggot now because I dress differently.
But truth be told: Ain’t no man ever appealed to me!
So once and for all let’s set the record straight.
Apparently you FLUNKIES like how my name tastes.
Yeah you swallow like a porn star in Vegas!
I picked you up and dropped you off like a rental car from Avis.
And check the blog for the news on the latest.
And if you can’t read I suggest you should pray this:
“Lord help me keep my mouth off your messenger,
And help me listen to the wisdom that he telling us.”
Let me talk to these preachers who refuse to teach us.
Pass around the money plate, yet refuse to feed us.
They robbing God of tithes, and robbing men of their dignity.
Drowning out my words, saying “God ain’t really sending me!”
They want me to be all perfect and blameless.
But I’m more like Jeremiah and Amos.
‘Cause it ain’t popular when spoken in truth.
Ay, yo, forget the podium, I’ll make my pulpit this booth.
I spit a sermon, but I ain’t making them dance.
I’m spittin’ revelation but can’t get no “amens”!!
And I ain’t making them shout, so after service they walk out
And swear up and down I don’t know what I am talking about!
I don’t know what I’m talking ‘bout.
“Cause you expect a preacher’s kid raised in church, from out the south?”
Yeh, with 4 or 5 religious degrees, he graduate from seminary and bring the world to its knees?
And come up through the ranks where the bishops and apostles are?
A clap-track applauding when he interviews on Daystar...and TBN and do it again?
He claiming he’s a prophet but he never preach against sin?
And promise all his followers a house and Benz, and if you sow a “love seed” the Lord will throw in some RIMS? YOU MEAN HIM?!
It’s all game and church folk are still playin’. A Facebook post, #I’mjustsayin...
All my life I’ve been that weirdo.
UNDERDOG! (heretic)
UNDERDOG! (lunatic)
UNDERDOG! (hypocrite)
UNDERDOG!
All my days I’ve been that weirdo!
Before I go, I wanna know why we’re so divided.
RELIGION got us brainwashed—we’re so narrow-minded.
It’s one book, it’s one CHRIST, it’s one CHURCH, right?!
But yet you judge—they hate; It’s just the facts of life.
But I ain’t stopping ‘til this message is spread.
And I don’t kiss a crucifix because I KNOW He ain’t dead!!
This hatin’ and debating, yo, it’s getting ridiculous.
It’s food for thought, I serve it up; I take it so serious
Rhymes ill, lyrics sick flow like chemo.
Don’t be surprised I’m my generation’s new HERO!
All my life I’ve been that WEIRDO!
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG!
All my days I’ve been that WEIRDO!
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG! (WEIRDO)
UNDERDOG!
Father at a young age, you always told me that I was different.
Yet you warned me of how people would ignorantly perceive me and judge me.
I never knew life would be this hard.
Never knew I’d endure such pain.
All...my...life...I’ve...been...that…
