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son, you've done this before
you even got caught naked on the M4'

they were sick, but they were right
he was sick in the mind but he had a good night

to the almighty sun
Circumnavigated by globes
He was the one
Known to be the center
The chambers of his heart were made for no man or woman to enter
Making

shit’s been getting too crazy
And he’s scared plus his mom is scared too
Every night she prays her son is never pushing up daisies

Lord please grant him

you're a flop I be bringing the pain
Live for the rap got me going insane
Missing your shot I'm a hit with the fade
Your playing cod bah this isn't a game

I remember Jr. High, John Burrows Middle School. 
One of the 5 black stators way before it got cool. 
Mr. Connor was his name, my teacher from my

first loved us
And he changed our Affections
Christ and Him crucified
Corinthians we in that section
Saved by our works and His grace too?
Nah Fam ain't

of thy tender mercy didst give thine only Son Jesus Christ to suffer death upon the Cross for our redemption; who made there (by his one oblation

the vibrate, before the phone rang
When they hear Zah on the track, you know he going spazz
And I was the one from our side, to put us on the map
Now we in

Great July Jones

Cisco Houston

The Folkways Years 1944-1961

1994

the girls passed by and he winked his eye;
He said, "I'm July Jones,
I'm the man for you, I'm six foot two,
All muscle, meat and bones."

Chorus: 
Great

became hella pungent
And perfect for flipping his friends to be munchin'
How long can you hate me until we see fire
Beat me 'til we see my patience

Don't Do That [Amended Album Version]

Saigon

Entourage: Music from and Inspired by the Hit HBO Original Series

hearing about his son is the cops are his friends
Only time he heard your name in a sentence with gun
When you told and got a nigga sentence for one
He

checking for me
Like I owe em some
He disappeared and cut his hair boy he up to some
Nah... It was time for a change
We leveling up, I gotta show to explain

on the road (ah)
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)

Under the lights in the midnight moon
Took a drag from his pen and he wrote with his phone
What'd you think if we moved to California
I got place

win the war

You are the bearer of Christ, you are made in His image and bought with a price
With His suff'ring and blood He's made sacrifice for you

heard him rhyme
Once you lock a man down, preserve his mind
Check his rap sheet
Misdemeanors and some tax fees
Stressed for a minute
Now he's back on his

another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim

Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for

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neva easy running like a bitch
It was neva easy running like a bitch
Gone leave ur son, nigga youaint shit
You aint shit nigga

Neva easy being black
Got

magic, POOF
Closed casket fatal attraction
Son, three hit you like John Paxson
I ain't bull-shitting
Them veterans been loved 'em
Talk about bars I got

and even greater works
Because I am going to be with the Father"
John 14:12 

Yeah!
Listen up dawgs 
You better open ya ears
When Jesus Christ came 
He lived

Batman

You fuckin with a Madman

Whooo

You fuckin with a Madman

He's a very bad man

You fuckin with a Madman

Whoo

I'm draped in all black

You fuckin

I ain't no Romeo, talk bull, this ain't no rodeo, no rodeo
Song going to drop
God bringing me and John up to the top
You heard us in a song we can not

myself and I
The other eight of me and mic 
Who's aiding me in life?
Not a motherfuckin one 
Abandoned by my father 
Like my father by his son 
I'm coming