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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
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my
lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out

In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, [Incomprehensible] surplus got
Well sure my movie part it won't be played by Al Pacino
Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though
As a kid, was in sin, and no
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, stretch!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til
out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, Western Surplus got the heaters
Meet us, so we can get the 9's
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall
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,
my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'til I was crushed by Dave Mays,
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
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
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
the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall
and Rev Run
When the Source set it down, I'm inna service
To cop the kind of verses that average emcees will worship

(Redman)
My style is milk of magnesia,
son, I get dumb 
Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev Run, 
When the Source set it down, I'm inner serviced 
To cop the type of verses
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in