Lyrics:
white writing
White one of these with red writing
It's at my house
But you can have this one if
You come back to the hotel
Lethal said he's got tees
qualities
I'm gone scream my nigga name in all the booths 'til they tired of me
All the pain I feel it's bleedin' out my eyes it's blinding me
Got Ton picture
to you/been it this shit since 92 look @ all the bull shit we been threw
Yeah am Dominican not sinican of a deacon /endeavoring meekness/couldn’t see me
had it all
But little did he know he was bound for a down fall
He`d pick up the heater and go stick somebody
He wouldn`t give a damn if he killed
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
all morning and you haven't touched a single bite
And that nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
King Jesus, every word that you say
I’ll tell em bout my pain, but also that I’m healed by your grace
Ima bring it gritty, but keep it real clean
Ima
all ur vibes important
I feel it then I’m gone in
It’s early in the morning
Blunt gone have me coughing
I’m still up in the booth cuz
I aint got
saw a vision my height extended
Studio time I ain't taking it easy
Riding some beats all the night we ain't sleeping
Turn on the mike in the booth I'll
hide behind you
He just said my brother don't do anything that I do
Cause he would risk it all, then he received a call
Said it was a gift from heaven
catchin' feelings
Get that money I wants, some brothers want to act funny
But it's all good I still die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah knock on wood
now everybody love Kanye
I'm almost Raymond
Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
Last year
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
of love and he couldn't digest it
All propaganda, one big fat lie
'cause I see the king with my very own eye
Schemed and schemed like a crack fiend king
all of it, all of it, all of it)
All of it
(Not just some of it, all of it, all of it)
All of it
I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a bird turn
They say, why you in the booth
Cuz back in school
You ain't drill enough
Clutching tools, breaking rules
Took my brother, turned that killa up
Try
Facin' God's judgement, you run into a buzz saw
Bless the mic, let me rep Him right forever in this fight
Heads'll hate despite it's better whenever in
sitting on nothing quick to get it off
And that younging too real ain't nothing bout him flaw
In interrogation ain't say nothing he saw wanna get out
That's what probably did it
Never saw the other worlds
That he didn't want to go and get it
Occupied by fitting in where minds
A small west, small
BROTHERS:
Yechh!!
NARRATOR:
Through young Joseph, Jacob lived his youth again
Loved him, praised him, gave him all he could, but then
It made the rest feel
a date or name
My partner lies there silent
In the land from which I came
Long ago we rode together
We'd ridden side by side
I loved him like a brother
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