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This is church front, pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This
Air salad
Sex vinaigrette
Intravenous internet
Jazz cigarettes
Blazé frenzy
Officer friendly
Venti Trapaccino
Gluten free Henny
Crocodile
to the dance, 
Happenstance set the vibe that we are in, 
No apology because my urge is genuine, 
And the mystery of your rhythm is so feminine. 
Here I am
to the dance, 
Happenstance set the vibe that we are in, 
No apology because my urge is genuine, 
And the mystery of your rhythm is so feminine. 
Here I am
for greed 
Do in de 'H' - There is no hope, a dangerous deed 
And 'I'... 

An intervenous injection 
Jazz up the 'J' - c'mon man, just try one 
No
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
to the dance, 
Happenstance set the vibe that we are in, 
No apology because my urge is genuine, 
And the mystery of your rhythm is so feminine. 
Here I am
to the dance, 
Happenstance set the vibe that we are in, 
No apology because my urge is genuine, 
And the mystery of your rhythm is so feminine. 
Here I am
the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes 
cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by
them all Lexus's but no health insurance 
"Cool" And take that ESL out the schools 
Crack was made for them so make sure they smoke it all 
Prescribed by
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [niggas]!
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er...
Alright, well... got my shit down here... smoke that shit...
We bout
throughout my life she would be there for me
Ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin' her
But I
way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up
on earth
But the pain on my heart weighs heavy it hurt
Hope you see my good intentions for whatever its worth
No self convictions when I mention my
to slow your roll. 
You been talking for a while now, she ain't no hoe. 
She got class, style, pizzazz, and jazz, each smile, as matter of fact,
She has
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [niggas]!
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er...
Alright, well... got my shit down here... smoke that shit...
We bout
Verse 1
The world is mine
but it ain't no cakewalk getting signed
getting my chance to shine
who really has my interests in mind
why you shovin'
Into another man
Who had no feet

I swear to God that day
That guy with no feet say
“You got to walk my way”
“That’s how it’s planned”
That’s when
fucking jazz hands back in your pants and get them shits sliced
Caught the ghost when I was yay high, so today I stay way high
Do not worry about my habits,
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
and the feature
With the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica
So listen because the Quest is led through the underground
My people been up on Quest to long, no
Brothers and sisters!
We gonna have Church tonight! 
And tonight this speaker is, Reverend Ruffus Jackson

[Chorus]
I wake up praising, God
on my heart, it weighs heavy, it hurt

Hope you see my good intentions for whatever it's worth
No self convictions when I mention my intentions in verse
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J