Lyrics:
a friend of his?
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
I'm'a play yo'
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
up on your crew kid
Screw heads tend to get loose lipped
Round the edges
In the presence of vexed, vixens and exes
Though a woman scorned is more than
to teach you that the streets is the devil
Everybody's dishonest, different
Which means that we're dying by livin'
Oblivious to the time that we're given
Here comes...
With his fairy...
Santa Claus...
With his candy corn...
Here he comes
Here comes Santa Claus with his fairy floss
And his candy corn,
certainly comfort in sin
Cause you gotta change when hang round yah mans
Its nothing we question
We dying in presence
Repent is the pressure that push us
Here we go...
UFOs and oogie-woogie Boogie Man
Sasquatch is actually a Wookie man
He came from outer space long ago and so far away
Liked the woods
soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This is for the struggle it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my passion
I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my absence
I don't
beyond "Material Adverse Effect"
Because he is a living figure and more than just presence effect
Like John O'Donohue said in his topic the wellspring
kept slipping and falling. Then he arrived at an unexpected sight.
Why...arent these orange trees? Why is it so warm here, like its spring? Somethings
your flying....
Come back to reality on earth....
Those lights are here, that bag is here
My face you Envy, waist on tinny, He can't wait to see this
Fake times showed me leaches
Who was only there facetious
In the moment for the weekend
Came through to try and keep me
In his presence try to beat me
you and me, I've been fooled by ink that was shed by man
God's words are not heard, they changed his plan
We have to be deciding what life is and we're
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
of passion
I'm confident cause I was
Always comfortable with practice
Lemme get at 'em, grab a rapper by his throat
He make a dis, i kick his fucking adams
at us from all angles, angry and ready to strangle our connection to the creator
He started off smarter, is invisible and has been at it since before Adam
the shadows blazed the light to live by
Jesus savior the Word come to life
This presence is our God
This presence is our God
Between noise and silence
Our God
call it Christian as a front
Here's the point
There's power in His blood
Only given to those submitting
Believing Christ is God
So when y'all take
flowed upon the cross for me
Encouraged by your return
That's why this yearn is yours exclusively
We face the scrutiny
Social pressures hit gruesomely
know me from Adam
But this time he let me slide
It was evident this particular eve
That I wasn't coming in here on some
Friday night joy ride
You came
there's freedom
Cause Jesus is here
Bring all your sorrow
Bring all your shame
There's no condemnation
He washed it away
In the presence of Jesus there
to compare
His injury here
With her punishment there
Then at home on a branch
In the highest tree
A songbird sings out
So suddenly
Ah the sun is warm
where some young soldier breathed his last
Standin' in the presence of the past
[Chorus]
Brother fightin' brother
Father fightin' son
By the time
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