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Lion Of Judah
Words and music by Ray Boltz and Steve Millikan
Messiah would come
The earth would rejoice
The people start to sing
For they would
Still Her Little Child 
Words and music by Ray Boltz and Steve Millikan
When she laid him in a manger
He was still her little child
In a city
respect and honor
And I got plenty of that, so until sheek lou child, next l.o.x. album
And all the mtherfucking rest of the albums we do from the double
like time passing me by, slower than a slug
While this feelin' inside of my body's feelin' like a rug
You can hug me, rub me on the back like a child
all the same to you
But does anyone really know
What the future holds in store

A day will come
When the sun will rise again
Rays of black will
I was staring a hole through CMT
Watchin' everybody else who'd been waitin' for me
I thought by now I'd been a household name
After all I had, if
Castle slider out of a India sacred cow.

Well, I'm going down to Florida, child

And I'm gonna build me the atomic bomb.

I'm gonna hold time hostage down
of the dope stuff 
So in the record store, you can't pass by us 
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC 
And hold on so you just don't lose it 
As a reference, for
nobody ever saw
A slave to solitude handcuffed by people's claws
Who never even noticed the depth of the scars
A fatherless child who never got
You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes
When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel
Can't hold your mic, like your
stand, face to face with my angel
as the blood of our child soaks her hands
the hate I hold is a product of the love she evokes
so in an obscure way, I
ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood 

I bring your ? down, samples now you have to clear it 

Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
Inside words and I hurl away
Until the world becomes my cemetery
This ain't no Child's Play
Charles Lee Ray can't stop me
I'm made up of demon's blood
body structure
Ready to rupture
At times I sat back to think again and again
How I broke the golden rule by doing business with friends
My mind traveled
drugs, no booze, just kiss and tell
Well known on the scene
Jail bait queen
Had the first baby barely eighteen
Father of the child was after one thing
I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every
some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger
Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft

(You need an occupation)
I
Berkeley, out of his nuts came me
True indeed I had soul, even as a tadpole
Grab hold of an egg, just to have a mole
Grew up surrounded by darkness
harnessed by the ancients... triggered by lunar rays and solar radiation, channeled to impart static charges to rock strata and lines of natural power running
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight

I'm a highway star, yeah 
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
love me, said she wanted to hold me
("Yo he ain't shit to me Alvin, I was just into his album
That was some bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm better without him")
broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers

Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie,
to hit reset knee deep in debt
Trying to figure how to feed a mouth that ain't got teeth yet
How the hell am I gonna show a child to be a man
When I'm
I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though
Cause when I rhyme, I feel possessed by El Espirito
Encounters of a Third Kind, X-Rays