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my bidding, ward. Tarry not a moon!
Gunslinger-the Crimson King is ascending soon.
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Cold-blooded, no budget, but we became raw to end the gang war
Is what we started this thing for
So were we kings or pursuing visions of grandeur
When through
It took a village
I wasn't raised by killers
I was raised by them scriptures
I was raised by them sisters
I was raised in the village
Game on this
sit down with black and laugh again
So judge not least ye might be judged
By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged
Matthew seven, first
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane
ward, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem 13th niggas, yeah dem boys at war
I say dem at war...I say dem boys
mouth, nuh say a damn ting
Mi just wah dem fi know say a 1 King
1 King, 1 King can't tell mi nothing
Remember mi lead out, mi nuh follow backa
See seh dem
of brevity is none
Transformed by gods of sun
Industrial power get devoured by the demonic
Read the fine rhymes with mental +War Games+ like Matthew Broderick
new chains
Trappin' out the church, he ain't really fake
He divisive, he don't rep the King, he just want the fame
Aw man, now they actin' like I'm
bands go
Drank got me feeling like da man though
Bloom Banchero Brown Magic Or lando
cight it's time to Vibe out
Chef boy I'm D.Ward bring dem pies
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
to The Most High
I've crossed over most, a White Iverson soul
I'm Poseidon with his Trident and a Leviathan flow
Picture Aristotle's excellence inspired by
You're the light, I love you
I will fight for you
Wanna do right by you
You are the king, I'm your bride
Cause of you, I'm alive
I don't have to run
of living
We was given half a paper plate
They was eating steak
We was ward of state
I don't know if God got us or
God blocked us
Hard Body it's all knuckles
to preach Jesus you can read it in my bars
I'm pretty straight forward when I'm speaking bout my Lord
He paid the sin price being beat by Roman guards
But
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
by grace sanctified
Through redemption in Christ Jesus the ransom was paid
His Holy Spirit now leads "The Way"
Communed in Holy transition beyond-ward
say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas out the 3rd ward, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
hatched by the perversity that's nesting them
Hearse in them
Death is deemed as one of the worst to them
Yet there is still another curse on them
Short
According to the gospel of Matthew
Chapter one verses twenty one through twenty three
It reads and she shall bring forth a son
And thou shall call
guy baptized by Christ
Matthew and Malachi capsized my liars
Power to defy bias, it's no wonder
Stevie can see this mean
Sunday school L.P. breathe
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