Lyrics:
Take the scorn and wear the horns
It was the crest when you were born
Your father's father wore it
And your father wore it too
Robin Hood
Girls today don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of mace
And she'll stick
the verse
Stay sharp like spurs
All I do is shine, no murk
No dark, I constructed this from the heart
Instructed by my father since the start
I depart
DISCERNING OF SPIRITS
Foundation
cll can be Led by the Spirit of God
“For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God”
(Romans
It's the gospel according to John
And by the doctrines of grace, I just respond by the spirit of God
He gives eternal life. You should be resting assured
shall never perish, no not one.
No one can snatch them out of My hand.
My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all.
John 10:26 through
Aye yo
It's ya boy Maxamill
Here to introduce to the world
John Paul of the Eucharist
The pope and prophet of Catholic Rap
Praise through
feel like the angels been riding beside him dear Heavenly Father and heavens forgotten
I'm a do right by myself huh
Fuck you and fuck whoever else
Yeah
it
Taking my time, my time imma focus
Father I trust, I believe, I receive it
Walk faith by not by sight and we in it
God wanna test, so I wrote
Django
Likened by white powder, John Stamos
Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
Uh! It's the Christ.. He's alive..
Roll out!
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on. (repeat)
I don't
Back in Tennessee
I saw a family haunted by an entity
It was a tragedy in another century
Oh, they never would know the Evil One that came
Little
the devil by the hand
"Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below
The red sun scowls
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
and the moon was right
The ? was really perked off the Red Zone
I was in my MPV, I was all alone
A lot of out-of-town people asking me for
My John Hancock
want me better pay me
Start by paying me respect in any form of Payment
Slept with the money, it ended up Pregnant
Now I gotta be the father even though
Thank You Lord (Story of the Shunamite Woman)
(Andrae Crouch, Arr. by John Redmon)
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
I just want to thank
a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are
'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could
mother
Oh is it my brother John
Or is it my sweet William, my own true love
To Scotland new come home
It is not your father, it is not your mother
It is
John standing by the Jordan
He looked up and to his surprise
He saw the Lord come a walking towards him
He was coming to be baptized
He said Lord
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
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