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of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna

for my brothers showed me iron sharpens iron
They be the fire by my side like I'm strapped with iron
God's recruits we follow truth won't give into

down yo had a friend by the name of Marlin Hid him in meh room yes he was a runaway and meh mom beat me cause she really find him Phillip Marcillin was

wanna crash
Okay dammy frosh let me see your jagaban
Because your babe to fine owan shey shakara 
It's as if you never see my babe abi
Candy crush me

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Comethazine

BAWSKEE 3.5

2019

where the bows?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
RIP Phillip, that's my right hand nigga but he gone, yeah
Now I gotta smoke these pussy niggas

can't stand me, ass nigga
And I got accuracy of a Manning when I pull that trigger
And they been dirty dancin' since we been countin' figures
Go hard for

the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible tits.

Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying

make a hit by the time that you say it
Your baby bad but upstairs she is basic
Streams only your type of paychecks
Me I go flip it and cash out great

Shake it down you know that it's lit though
Always got Phillips on my feet though
Nigga, caught me drippin' on the vid though
Yeah now I feel like

We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition  Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray

the Phillip
More that I step I am aware of all of the niggas that's coming for me
They never cared, left me for dead
You cannot have no friends in the streets

disciple
Look no further than me!

Peter, James, John, Matthew
Thaddeus, Judas, Bartholomew
Simon, cndrew, Phillip, James number two, 
cnd Thomas showing us

Lyrics by Lori Morris
Vocals: Tom Nelson, Featuring Deja’Blu Dial
Musical Arrangers: Tom Nelson, Dustin Phillips
Recording Engineer: Gage Schmitt
Audio

stand up
Get shot with ya Hands up
Persecuted for taking a knee
The ghetto is so hood
The hood is so ghetto
Overstand the difference
Only when ya lived it

can't stand me
They tell me calm down
Who's in charge of this ship
I lay bars down
Mix and rip apart shit
It's getting hard now
Mr. Narcissistic
Because

must hate yourself
That’s truth and and honesty
Made it from the sandlot wit my niggaz
Told em stand by me
Now it’s back and forth overseas
Shit feel

wanted to go down to Galilee
And finding Philip Jesus said to him, "Follow Me"
And being from Bethsaida, the same town as Drew and P
Phillip found

dj trash if they ain't gon play Phillip
Ya best song ain't better than my throwaways nigga
Countless people I counted on said give up
Counted me out

they tower as they stand
Watching the still waters of the Silent Valley Dam
The sound of children's voices it once made the valley ring
The foxes

Bear with Me Lord

Ray Scott

My Kind of Music

2005

Bear With Me Lord

Written by Ray Scott & Phillip Moore


Sunday mornin', ten A.M.

My mouth is dry and my blood's runnin' thin

I know where I

me by
should I wave/
just keep it moving
cause I'm still looked at like a slave/
They dug plenty graves
started with Treyvon Martin/
celebrated after

two times got you're finger's twitchin
Winning face with a toothless grin and, boxer ears homie you should listen
Screws too tight but the phillip's

on a nigga call me broner
smoking by myself cause I'm a stoner
and the .40 in my pocket ain't a motherfuckin boner

(Who the fuck cut the beat?)

Ayy, Phillip never caught a body, I'm sure everybody'll vouch
We was at South by Southwest, the police was walkin' you 'round
I am the talk