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Timothy B. (Timothy B. Schmit) · Beyond Life with Timothy Leary (Dr. Fiorella Terenzi) · Timothy (Buoys) · Beyond Life with Timothy Leary (The Moody Blues) · Timothy's Jazz Cafe (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Speak & Spell (Depeche Mode) · Speak & Spell (+ Bonus DVD/Pal/Rc-0) (Depeche Mode) · Nina Simone in Concert/I Put a Spell on You (Nina Simone) · I Put a Spell on You (Denise Dale) · The Best of Blue Magic: Soulful Spell (Blue Magic) – and 90 other albums »


cause she still God's baby 
She the Church
Before you dis her get to know her
Jesus got a thing fo her and died just to show her 
She the Church
She
WHEN YOU LAY IT DOWN FOR THE MONEY OR LIFE (JOHN 15:13, I TIMOTHY 6:10)
WILL YOU COME TO ME (PROVERBS 6:15)
WHEN YOU DIE FOR THE MONEY AND LIFE
Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy, devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin' up
Oh refuge of my hardened heart 
Oh fast pursuing lover come 
As angels dance around Your throne 
My life by captured fare You own 

Mot
wants the killas be killas 
But though, I'm the deaf villain 
Whose contracts I don't fill-a.
Body-bags by the millions 
But that keeps me illin'?
the deaf villain
Whose contracts I don't fill-a
Body-bags by the millions
But that keeps me illin'?
Plus I need a ? to cap one off
My killa raises ?
the fragility of my peity
And I recall this this line
In chapter 1 verse 15 of First Timothy -- that's how

Don't count on me to live with no sin
Don't count
Pressure's on, I can't slow down
Got to make it 'fore the best years pass me by
Up before dawn, building my crown
In my own eyes, it's a noble
sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles.")

Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the niggaz will be
Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats
Like magic wands, castin spells, sendin niggaz to Hell
Trappin they souls in realms, baptize em with
spell
When I was told by Jesus all was well
So all must be well

Just give me time
You know your desires and mine
Wrap my flesh in ivy and in twine
For I
fountains 
And I'm counting on moving mountains 

'Cause I know when You're near me 
Everything will be alright 
And I'm sure when You're close by
faith, the false one, the western God that's man made, not the Biblical Awesome
Toss em' – Pick up the Reasons for God by Timothy Keller and read it,
Jesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross.
Irony oh irony upon me it is never lost.
Gather 'round now people, I'm here to tell a tale
won't feed this
To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this

As a little kid taught to follow Jesus
Get to the front of the line I'm
Mother of love
I'm under your spell
Driving too fast into the rain
Looking for something
To rescue me
I've been waiting my whole life
Guess I'll
(I Mourn that the Night Passes Us by)
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson, August 1998, edited July 1999)

Lucifer:
Oh angel o' my winter;
Grieveth for
Slap that nigga he's a bitch, slap that hoe she's a bitch
It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me
I'm on my fuck the world, for no reason shit
gold Visas and heaters 
Sendin' Jesus subpoenas 
(Got you singin' duets with Selena nigga) 
So Sister Act 
Cause black nun (none) get love 
And I'm
From high up on yer crucifix
You preach about my triple 6
You spit about my this and that
And yank away yer welcome mat
With a coupon Jesus
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
hang me in the morning on a scaffold yea big
To dance upon nothing to the tyborn jig
Treats you like a puppet when your under its spell
Oh the heart is
out, yell out
You know the name, do gotta spell out or tell bout
J a y an Ye so shy
Now he won't even step to his idol to say hi
Standing there like
yell out, yell out
You know the name do, I gotta spell out or tell 'bout?

J A why and Ye' so shy
Now he won't even step to his idol to say hi
Standin'
This be the sinz of man. The sinz of men and women.
The tree of life. The tree of good and evil.

My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories