Lyrics:
and blades
Feathers, storms, kites, hurricanes
Perdition, war, conflict, rage
Kador! Behold today is judgement day
VERSE 2
You’re dead already/ blinded by your
stopped short never to go again
When the old man died
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he'd found
For it
in the day, we gotta fix it, know it
7-6-2, hit him in his shit and we leave him dead
We just left the city and we pulled back, everything was red
of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in
This message is for the sinners, the back sliders and all the servants of God, Luke 12 verse 9 he who dined me before man shall be dined before the angel
smartphone as hard as you want it
You know who I am (at 7am)
Vapers - with respect, which is none by the way
Why do you hate so much our precious ozone layer
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
We can go Christ
Lift The Lord
Worship The Most High
He's close by
CHORUS
Believer's it's time
To rise in Jesus Christ (Christ)
much life
And so he rides through the desert he self made
The deserted knight, not the hero who is fade
Betrayed by peace and the war that came again
the King!
They take us all for fucking mindless slaves!
They’re taking everything, and digging up your graves!
The King is blinded by the power, oh
He
deep (He dead)
Body after body, they sayin'
"It's just an accident" (Aye)
Big box truck screamin', "Fuck you
It's so passionate" (Aye)
Your life ends
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
We all have fallen from his grace
I'm glad He saved me
Live by grace through faith in Jesus
I looked up at my iPhone clock it read three three three
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
what?
Why you been by yourself for so long?
Must be something you doing wrong so it's gotta be you?
Yea I thought long and hard about that
But that
ain't dropped nothing a while
These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile
They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with
looked back since the day that I was baptised
Held down by my chain, but God got me with the Revive
I was so dead living in all the lust
But God through my
bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great
calm the album will be out soon
Expectations so high so we sent them to the moon
Cheaper by the dozen
I get paid to press a button
I make hunnits every
Angelina
There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead; you're down to the bone
Tell me, tall man, where would
(C)Out on the corner (G7)standin' so bold
Stood a little paper boy so hungry and (C)cold
And as the crowd came (G7)passin' by
These words he said
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month
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