Lyrics:
Down to the heart of London
Verse Three:
Down an alleyway in Peckham as the ladies file along
I hear music and a door is swinging open
cnd reverent
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
been paid for by the Marshall Deputy
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet,
A procession is coming down on High Street
And bound
in the well that can wish ya' boy well
Cells eaten by cancer got me lookin' for answers
Doctors say my daughter won't grow up to be a dancer
Just
here to sing this song.
Say, there, did you hear the news?
Sacco worked at trimming shoes;
Vanzetti was a peddling man,
Pushed his fish cart with
and so what I ain't been to church in 5 years, only the man above got he right to judge and if my prayers go unanswered I won't hold a grudge
*CHORUS* --
By the power of The Living God and in the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour, I make these declarations loud and clear:
1. My mind is free!
the crowd saying can we get a encore. I’m riveting every time I do my thing, everybody hear me sing, one two, one two, mic check, one two, come on Megas, come
bitches see how I kit it
You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin, them clips
how I kit it
You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin, them clips copped on those
till I find it its whatever so till I find it its whatever
My Brodie had a good heart but he still got shot down
I keep my family by my heart cuz they
Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
I pray my prayers make it through the clouds
I pray in heaven that them backsliders ain't allowed
c
to intrigue me ain't easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than one-ninety-four dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour
and the clock is still ticking therefore I
just pray that I'm prepared for... the day
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Our Father please show me the light my life ain't
"Insomnia, " and my own personal favorite
"Ragtime Dandies"!
These songs and more are played
By a talented troupe
Of traveling troubadours, featuring
Milonakis' stream
And tried to touch his johnson
My stream of consciousness
Constantly leaking consonants upon the beat
Incontinent concerts in three
Different
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
High Heels & Brushed Steel
Written by William Duncan & Gregory Dale
I sit here and drink my glass
I’m bout to whoop your ass
You strut in all tall
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
blood is rushing
Hide your bones that's my Conclude
If I kill him then I turn him to a voicemail interlude
Run the prayers in the comments wouldn't do
the well that can wish ya' boy well
Cells eaten by cancer got me lookin' for answers
Doctors say my daughter
Won't grow up to be a dancer
Just walked out
praying for a while now
Honestly I wish you were a genie
To grant me my three wishes
As if I were aladdin and you were mr. Williams
There's so much going
stadium
Style qua-zillion
Check y’all minimum
Last time we checked your properties you only own talks
And I’m the action owner
Duncan William
I hear
prayer.'
Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother'll say
She'll say, 'Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer
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