Lyrics:
colder than Danica watching her EX play
So much jeopardy this year I got no answers like sway
God tier write my verses with chisels and tabernacles
I bring
blessed words
Now to know that he's finally callin' me to leave this earthly sod
Why Doc I've just been livin' this old life so's I can get to meet my God
and he's gonna take you away
Why there must've been a choir of angels started singin' in that old man's ears
For a great big smile come on him and his eyes
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
*sounds of fighting*
[Intro: sampled]
I'm the warrior chief.
I'm the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe.
Fuck with me and you
near Drewry, North Carolina, and the with the Bloomberry choir in Warren County, North Carolina, he was skilled in shoe repair, grain milling, field
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
and no I do not play with the toys
Saved by the Lord's loving grace
And when I go to heaven the angels be making some noise
Confess with your mouth that He
Lord, one faith, one baptism
All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law
And not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart
Is no true
one track minds
I pray to God that we don't run out of time, shit
And go extinct, like in the blink of an eye
I seen my niggas brains up in some
strategy fight act like new york
Pieces can squeeze deep of the way
Why g mayors sonnies dis it
We latitude sway we determine the prey
He swings the whole
the tabernacle by his Adam's apple!
And suddenly, the angels, of death will hang you!
The power, whippings, by matters, of degrees
Calcium absorbed, by evil
are heartless
Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers
Drag him down, in the tabernacle by his Adam's apple!
And suddenly, the angels,
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
Tonight on Brooklyn News we have information on the Morino family takeover of the city
I’m your host Big Harvest, and I’m joined by the head honcho
met the block
It's so plain, the God of the Israelites
Got a pain in His heart for the dismal types
He ain't concerned about your plaits and your tiny
church of sorrow, where no hope is sustained
Maybe God's gone deafened by the cries of all the lost
Leaving only echoes in the void, where prayers are
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
the sound of his voice
And those strings that he strummed
While he hummed by the fire by himself
He didn't have a choir
So if one man can make the evil
gauge
Gettin' blazed, all that money, but he ain't even shaved
This a new flavor, bigger vets, bigger Baguettes
Bigger papes, god damn it, nigga got
gauge
Gettin' blazed, all that money, but he ain't even shaved
This a new flavor, bigger vets, bigger Baguettes
Bigger papes, god damn it, nigga got
A tabernacle for him to speak in public
And repent by the dozens
Or maybe a castle big enough to fit his kids and his cousins
To run it up until his kids get
said the pack touched down he got that ever green
Now I’m in the field with a bow I’m Katniss Everdeen
Do it for my district I've got to get it by any
of ya
I’m crossing my Ts and I’m
Dotting my Is
And I’m standing real tall like a Tabernacle
I was the young nigga skimp you And tax you by any means
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