No Church In The Wild Lyrics - Kanye West

Human being to the mob 

What's a mob to a king? 

What's a king to a god? 

What's a god to a non-believer? 

Who don't believe in anything? 

We make it out alive 

All right, all right 

No church in the wild 

Tears on the mauseoleum floor 

Blood stains the coliseum doors 

Lies on the lips of a priest 

Thanksgiving disguised as a feast 

Rollin' in the Rolls-Royce Corniche 

Only the doctors got this, I'm hidin' from police 

Cocaine seats 

All white like I got the whole thing bleached 

Drug dealer chic 

I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach 

Is Pious pious cause God loves pious? 

Socrates asks, "Whose bias do y'all seek? " 

All for Plato, screech 

I'm out here ballin', I know ya'll hear my sneaks 

Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats 

Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats 

Preach 

Related 

11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

Human being to the mob 

What's a mob to a king? 

What's a king to a god? 

What's a god to a non-believer? 

Who don't believe in anything? 

We make it out alive 

All right, all right 

No church in the wild 

I live by you, desire 

I stand by you, walk through the fire 

Your love is my scripture 

Let me into your encryption 

Photos 

Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra 

I call that jungle fever 

You will not control the threesome 

Just roll the weed up until I get me some 

We formed a new religion 

No sins as long as there's permission' 

And deception is the only felony 

So never fuck nobody with'out tellin' me 

Sunglasses and Advil 

Last night was mad real 

Sun comin' up, 5 a.m. 

I wonder if they got cabs still 

Thinkin' 'bout the girl in all-leopard 

Who was rubbin' the wood like Kiki Shepard 

Two tattooes, one read "No Apologies" 

The other said "Love is cursed by monogamy" 

That's somethin' that the pastor don't preach 

That's somethin' that a teacher can't teach 

When we die, the money we can't keep 

But we prolly spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap 

Preach 

Human being to the mob 

What's a mob to a king? 

What's a king to a god? 

What's a god to a non-believer? 

Who don't believe in anything? 

Will he make it out alive 

All right, all right 

No church in the wild 

No church in the wild 

No church in the wild 

No church in the wild