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of the Father
I hold onto this attire manufactured by Abba
Don't need the Gucci
The phat ride, or the Prada
Cause my hand gesture welcomes God
In like the Ramada

for peace of mind
Not Jesus-pieces dug up by kids up in a mine

This that come up music
Our flows is stupid
Our visions lucid
I lucidly dream

The Morning

Raekwon

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

Grabbing our crotches yelling "What up?"
The jeans cost 500 fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see the smell it's a statement
One freeze of this shit, you won't

you find yourself sleepwalkin'
In on our session
Or find yourself late sneakin'
In on God's lesson
Like you got your homework
Couldn't get the last

hay AC solo la ventana

Music makes us happy it's in our chromosomes
No matter where we wander
Music takes us home it started on the island
Dispersed by

stupid
But can you write about our lives in your music
In your music she loves your music

Did you think I would leave you there
I love you ngik’tshele ke

the fuck (uh, what)
(yeah) What the fuck!

From Barack Obama to Flavor Flav
We will both be a first 'til
We get to our grave
I'm the first hype man in music

chance on Apollo 16 

Charlie Duke took country music to the moon
He blasted off and busted out those songs by Buck and Merle
Porter, Jerry, Chet,

heard someone say God moves in strange ways
And I heard someone say Strange Ways

The laughter stopped drowned by fear
Broken lives, a city of tears

the fuck
Alone! Don't come to our shows
And don't buy our records

Last year, a girl was raped by two wastes
Of sperm and eggs while they
Sang the lyrics

the media tells truth by covering it up the gig is up
Censorship isn't our enemy we should rejoice in their stupidity
Making waking up those that are left too

created by the system (oh god)
Wanna control our lives
But the people must be strong (oh god)
To stay alive
For all we know that it's Jah rastafari
Who

We talk in chalk
On the sidewalk
On cloudy days
God's on watch
Till our last thought rains
And our problems wash away
Wash Away
Wash Away
Wash Away

our Mother Bread
Ooh, Panera Bread
We gon' turn this party up

Aye it's Panera Bread
God bless our Mother Bread
Ooh, Panera Bread
We gon' light this

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce

Turn off the lights
We turning up tonight
Its time to fight
For our party rights
Turn the music up
Don't give a fuck
Put your finger up
Got to live

Wake up to the sun rise
And let this rhythm fill our appetite
Now where'd the day go
Cuz it's back to night
Time flows on by when you're living right

by the books like Barnes with noble hooks
Armed with overlooked talented guests so God bless crooks
Who steal loops and keep this shit alive

And it's a mad ting if a boy aint saved Saved by grace and we walk by faith evangelizing
Can change your ways and calling on God and Jesus name

Woosh look I

forgotten by us it's all God
This is that good feel music, that old school music
That what you know about that OG music
Depression hittin' hard but you still

2
To Him who uttered no defenseAs God in flesh was scourged by menWhose stripes now heal restore and mendTo Him be all the glory

Chorus
Be all

of the music we love
I will not doubt the time-frame god handpicked to cement our love
I'll obsess on your worldliness, you'll obsess on my craziness

Well I

An American Prayer

Jim Morrison

An American Prayer

1978

ends it

Journey we more into the nightmare
Cling to life, our passioned flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap

style of music
You're fuckin' imitators
From the famous movie Rockstar
Their sound, creepy voice
Neither style nor meaning
Music is listened to by