Lyrics:
don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
I been better than ever
I be walking in the Sons light despite the weather
Ain't no need for a sweater when the fathers arms wrapped around ya life
world
Pioneers of the game
We on a roll
That ain't settling the seen
Written by truth mixed with lies
Then you put to a beat
And reality
Has left
became flesh and manifested in our midst
And we beheld his best a style that non could counterfeit
And we knew God had come down like Father like Son now
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
And I said "Barry I think you're screwed"
But Barry had a plan in his head
One that involved me
"Son, grab me my guitar" he said
"And I think I can get
know Christ, He made the sun
And God saw it was good because His Son made the sun
Aint not horoscope Horus
YHWY made the sun
By way of His Son
Before
yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
, specifically
Three brothers and one sister see
My daddy taught me consistency with his fucking patterns
Hallelujah I'm the son of a addict
My addiction was
thoroughbreds, duckin the feds
Yo, my ice look fly up on the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile
make son dance
(Sundance) like a film festival
We bomb vets
Get his mom stretched like The Incredibles
‘Cause any beef
I turn Vegan Verbs to real
niggas couldn't get a tan from me
Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money
Soon as his un-tuck BAM
Talking about you touch grams
I'm coming
of God's love for creation?
Consider the weight of his only begotten Son being placed
On earth's location and given as a donation for exoneration
That
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
you're in my heart
His baby's mother, she trippin', blamin' me
And his older brothers understand the game it be
Kinda topsy turvy, you win some, you
you could hold my ground
I could tell ya bout some shit you'd prolly know by now
If you'd been through half of it or ever strolled my route
My God
I
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
what's out there.
I don't know how it's done.
Just take me to your leader, son.
I see you've got the joy.
I've seen you live it, boy.
It's real, it's free,
This is art they say
Have a heart that say
This is the part i play
Lay hands on the sickley
I feel like that God sent me
Cuz i seen sights illa than
diamonds and though the strings were old
Like Kings of Sound they wound around six keys of solid gold
A man stepped up beside me his breath was strong with
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
face,
Wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice
He said son,
Do you know I still love you?
It caught me by surprise,
When God ran
the Word
I live by the Faith of the Son of God o ehhy
I am walking in His Glory walking in His Glory
Walking in His Grace walking in Grace o o
Walking in
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