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fear and trust

I am inspired by the fear of God
He is all knowing if I'm fake or fraud
He will strike evil like a lighting rod
If you are wise you'll

Time

Red Hot Chili Peppers

By the Way

2002

and thunder
I'm connected by the lightning rod
Giving the beauty to it
Heaven knows how well I know you

Time (time)
Time (time)
Time (time)
Time (time)

Done by X and Rod
Its 4 man team
Me Rod, X, and Anthony
Everything planned out
I'm nervous understandably
Hope "nothing goes wrong
In and out just

like, "No Biggie"
Whatever- time to sing, I'm putting faith on the song
1:12 displayed in John the way to respond
When His patience runs out
Then it's

Forever in debt to the ones by my side
And na you ain't gang, you ain't mob
Slidin' thru the city with the rod (Rod, rod)
Say I'm slidin' thru the city with

of the band of seven!
わたし わ とても おらかです...

Verse 1: Alucard (Rapped 16 Bar’s):
They called me 12 Gauge since way back in the day,
So if I’m spraying my AK then

that I thank
I'm making changes, all on my own I sit on the throne
I'm making changes, walking with God cause He is my rod
I'm making changes, I gotta

(obstacles)
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah

From coldwater to the shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
This

for my garage
We prepared for the war, we got all type of rods
I'm always back and forth to court been tryin' to fight this charge
Uh, I just counted

the man
Working with twelve
I used to weigh up a thousand and eight on a scale
More fish scale than a whale
I'm tryna fish tail V-12
They telling me I'm

hit the stu and make a couple songs
Yeah, the V-12, I got it in the maybach
I got the dope in the trunk because I'm always running stash
I throw

that's heads up
12 got behind me, I sped up
At ya bitch house with my leg up
F-Fuck y'all niggas, I'm fed up
I been trappin', that's real shit
Whooley

Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer

Hot Rod Lincoln

Kenny Price

You Almost Slipped My Mind

1972

a ride
I said hold on boys, I got a license to fly
And the Caddy pulled over and let me by

Now all of a sudden the rods started knockin'
And down in

Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like Kanye
I'm everything that my rhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire

I been feeling good yea maybe cuzz I’m lonely by myself I’m still a gangsta up the pole that boy a gonner ain’t no pushing pain down weed just keep

Your the one v12 that they're all trying to catch
We don't talk about the dead
We don't spare the rod
We hold our heads up this is our garage
And we do

I be getting so high by myself
I have visions 
Keep a couple rods
No i never been fishing
Momma told me they wasn't solid
No i didn't listen 
She my

My Pappy said "Son you're goin' to drive me to drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' the Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you heard the story of the hot rod race

that rod
I know you depressed I know you upset
But lets go pray that we good I've been misunderstood
Yeah I know that you shook by the way that you look

gives me strength, leads me by peaceful streams
He lays me down to rest in meadows green
Your rod protects and comforts me
You clothe me like the lilies

Sing: I'm a woman, 
I'm a man, 
I'm a mother, 
I'm a father, 
I'm a daughter,
I'm a son, 
I'm a sister, 
I'm a brother, 
I'm a teacher, 
I'm

and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just

brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells

Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel