Lyrics:
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
million sides of old nanny goate tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
And the ladies lined up
her name in the sand
She put her hair in a bun and her face in the sun
And she soaked up every sound
She looked up to the sky as the clouds sailed by
and no longer denies
That his tragic future lies in the possession of the king
Who rips the holes though his soul, his holy spirit lies deceased
Branded by
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
them by name
So now, who am I?
Just a rapper with a mission a passion
With a gifting that you can witness
While I manoeuvrer through uber fitness
With
want a man who can bake, bake, bake for me
Yeah
Come and pursue me, come track me down
A sensitive soul is the type I want around
I want a man who can
and lock it
I tried to store memories up in a locket
But that ship has sailed we got no time to dock it
I buzz by in a lightyear, all these loud tones
But I
There's a hymn that we sing at times in church
That is called "It Is Well With My Soul"
It was written by a man named Horatio Spafford
A man who knew
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
Dropping acid in my tea
He wants to save his soul
Rock and roll
One of us must understand
It's not the drug that makes the man
Then a poster
the soul of a man, what price the soul of a man
a stranger who was passing by
on hearing what was said
he cast his eyes up to the skies
his arms aloft,
cold
Fuck this world, if I see God 'Imma choke him by his throat
Screaming God who?
Where the fuck is God, where the fuck is God
God who? Where
fuller brush man
is farming out his friends
I stabbed him with my stem
And then I tapped his toes with my rose
He crawled around inside himself
Now
Of course we copy...24 hours a day...in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off
mystery
"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery
[Lord Jamar]
First soul
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
around and get burnt like a CI
More bars than jail, nigga
Who tryna get a VI?
You dealing with stock owners
Conversation with stockbrokers
Make a call for
A love that I never would've questioned
Me and you together really felt like it was destined
By the Man upstairs His plan up there was pressing
Me and you
Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bojangles
(Here is something you can't understand)
Tell me y'all, who's the man?
Who's the man? (The Heavster)
("Time keeps
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
His rather plain appearance
Into a grotesque cocktail of
Ill matched features
He was also a sadistic man who took
Pleasure in watching others suffer
When a man of my age shaves his face in the morning,
Who is it that stares back and greets him?
The ghost of his father long dead all these years?
, the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
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