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Tribute to Bishop G.E. Patterson (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Gospel Music Celebration, Pt. 1: Tribute To Bishop G.E. Patterson (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Gospel Music Celebration, Pt. 2: Tribute To Bishop G.E. Patterson (Marvin Winans) · The Gospel Music Celebration Pt. 1 Tribute To Bishop G. E. Patterson (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Stephen Bishop: 20th Century Masters/The Millennium Collection: Stephen Bishop (Stephen Bishop) · The Best of Stephen Bishop: 20th Century Masters/The Millennium Collection: Stephen Bishop (Stephen Bishop) · Greatest Irish Tenors: John McCormack, Frank Patterson (Frank Patterson) · Legends of Acid Jazz: Sonny Stitt/Don Patterson, Vol. 2 (Sonny Stitt) · Rahsaan Patterson (Rahsaan Patterson) · Frank Patterson at Christmas (Frank Patterson) – and 90 other albums »


Getting chased by the polices on a full bred Cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
Dragging all you fags
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
My power's limitless like
for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
Getting chased by the polices on a full bred cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me
Hello
(Hey, it's me, Kirk, I need to speak to Bishop)
Sure, hold on

(Hello?) Hey, I got some stuff I need to talk to you about
Lately, pastor I've
in the house tonight
Came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long)

[Chorus 2]

[Bishop Eddie Lee Long]
What you just heard is real
Popemobile to Paraguay

You may think we look stupid, but we're behind with the rent
How much am I bid for this real piece of Jesus' polyester tent?
Polyester
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify

[Ludacris]
Lord, please
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But why'all niggaz gon' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You fuckin
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggas gon' make me one
For real, leave me alone, shit
You fucking
Yep the face Michael saw was me up in the mirror, boo
Stand clear when the E is rappin
Like, Martin and D, What's the Worst Can Happen?
Brooklyn can
These brooklyn cats, I hope we eatin your food black
We keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with me
That understand that street knowledge was
the girls you can
A simple plan that still haunts me even now today
Back to seventeen and got a baby on the way
No G.E.D. all I see is failure in my eyes
nigga!)
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want
Gettin' box office spins, only box I fit in
Is by thigh on a female
So they hatin' me for that, sayin' I just make women songs
It's perfect style every,
to vent a rhyme
So I can still invent the lines and stay close to the friends of mine
"'Cause real will recognize real" is what my father says
And I'll
See salvation 

Every pinch of rhyme is from my heart 

And I meant this 

Jesus...Scattered his blood for me 

He hung on a cross 

You know
will come, believe me I'm, never focussed on the cash
Ask Mel Gibson, Jesus Christ, I'm bout the pass... ion

[Lloyd]
STOP, baby bring that thang back
true, but

Can I be for real?
This is how I feel
I'm in need of love
So let's dip up out of here
Ooh, you just my type
Everything's so right
And I just
words that quiver
Yep the face Michael saw was me up in the mirror, boo
Stand clear when the E is rappin
Like, Martin and D, "What's the Worst Can
Is to be a g
And stay paid
Get da money and power
And ge laid
Make it bounce by da freestyle
Da Boogie Man breaks it down
To versatile so
As da clock
[LA The Darkman]
It's 9-5, I survive, Park shit is still real
You know stacks, money, drugs and the whole ordeal
Murderers that kill, Alize makes me
the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there

And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin'
it/
'Cause this is what everyone in my life's been hurt with/
This curse, this evil urge I feel for verses?

Is one of my life's real perversions/
we ain't real
So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the game
Everything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus name
That's
One] 
I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest 
is invested in, testin men like lab specimens 
My daily regiment of elemental babble