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Power

Rapsody

Laila’s Wisdom

2017

went the rap route, homie get out the trap house
I want the power to be able rap bout, what I rap bout
Black child
God, love and textiles
Point,

AfricAryaN

Logic

Everybody

2017

Tell me you love me, need me
Promise me you'll never leave me
Even though my daddy, you know he blacker than the street
With a fist to match, more

written in the holy Bible you sink or swim
Gotta hold on it's about survival the final hour approaching near
No man alone can carry this burden hear me

there more to the story?
We’ve been through so much
But we’re not done, there’s more, more
There’s more (More)
More (More)
To love and to hold, beauty

way you can pray and confess
Live a life of repentance receive Jesus' best
Himself, His love, His grace, His power
Give you strength in the darkest hour

the Eiffel Towers
Time flies by when I'm by the seaside
So I call them stolen hours
If I jump then I die and I hope no one cries
So my taste can't be sour

we)
See the light that shines (and tomorrow we)

So as the hours pass by
In the event of my demise
Tell my momma not to cry
These are the words

Prolly didn't expect me to last for an hour
Droppin' the bomb off right in that lotus flower
One more drink and I'ma have the power 
To keep this goin'

of delusion, ruler and ruled, king of delusion
Mock me mortal? Final conclusion
 
Let me feel the power that could rip me to shreds
Can't last one more hour

culminate with a five-hour battery
Of tests, performed by four separate disciplined PhDs, had begun
Eventual Diagnosis Autism

Even though her maternal

that supersonic soul power) 
You know what time it is 
The man of the hour bring you that raw sour
(Like that supersonic soul power)
Verse 1
Don't want

up a month and a half late
And I’ll be married by the time you hear this
Heads 'bouta explode
Anyways no more bullshit excuses let’s begin…
Grab that

Men with guide dogs
Design wars, it's the final call

Phony money and economics
That's the shit predicted by the prophets
Black guns, Black Helicopters

speak it more more more
So speak it more more more, more everyday

And there's no other name by which we can be saved
Lord Jesus I need you more

I love

when
You wear sweatpants every day
Gucci clothes and flashy cars
Won't get you anywhere
Just keep grinding the hours
Till there's no more left to share

say it's slow
So they're going to cut my hours
Keep the cash
Your job is not my source of power
I stay flexible
Y'all are cry babies
Lose a job?
It

the struggle for God loves you
All of His children, possess the power to overcome the ways of the flesh
We're hidden from death and strive as we staying alive

your mom if you could stay with me 

Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours 
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more

was paved, it's the prophecy
Growing by the hour
Multiply the power
Yes the world is ours
Building tall as towers
Unify the people
Startin with

march on just remember
Through malice this
Clock will strike the killing hour Forever
We must fight to
Restore the balance of power
Now bring the war

a dreamscape
See a meadow full of flowers
Wake up longer hours
Searching for that power
Dodging all that powder
Cause that dust will throw you into your life

I got a new day 
That's 24 hours 
That 24's ours 
24 flowers 
Many more powers 

I got a new day 
That's 24 hours 
That 24's ours 
24 flowers 
Many

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

an expression of that,
Everything that we write is a love song.


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We look for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the media makes it so difficult

it and listen
I'm in love with the heavenly flower
I'm an artist with purest of vision
I be talking more purer than powder
If you never have heard