Lyrics:
a puddle
Tryna do the right thing for my sister and brother
I can't count on nobody else I swear to God it's all up to me
I been touched by an angel but no
You got to be a light in this dark world
Come on y'all rock with me
Don't let nobody tell you who you are either
God gave you a vision
Carry out that
make my mama really scared
She say all I do is bring traumaristic fear
But my hand was made strong by the most high God
He don't smoke weed but he
[Sun God]
Sun God, get 'em, official
[Sun God]
I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
That's why lead the call, they moving up on us
But
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm
hand
Have Your way Lord here I stand
Transformed CLONe mode
Everything that You are I become
I embody Holy Spirit inside me
Order my steps with wisdom
Back when WCW had nothing to do with a woman crush
New World Order captured the attention of a bunch of us
A six foot seven "Studd" used to be managed
God]
Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction
Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, I roll like a bat out
there were ants and drones
Architecture, highly qualified
Hands touched by gods, constructions so precise
Communities, that were in past time
Owners
it’s over
People gather ‘round to inhale the doja
Breathe it in deep, maximum exposure
Meet your new king, he’s bringing the new order
Do what thou wilt,
Been to hell touched the devils hand
Cold as ice on the block with the angels
We used to roll dice
See my homies disappear one by one
In the middle
Horn with a rifle by his side through the hills
of Wyoming he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help
soared to new heights by
Literally thinking outside the box
You fell into depression 'cause Spider-Man
Ruined all your plots
At Hollywood's beck and call
Of the D.O.C.
Yeah, yeah, I have a secret plan
New world connects and threatens man
Other hand, everyone fake God light, neofight, spit
On the cross from
what you sayin'
Love is spectacular
Pure unadulterated
and miraculous
Till death do us part
can you get
with the progranm
Blessed by divine hands
broken
We'll sport like new garb
We're bondservants of the Christ of the cost
The true God
The Father brought us back
He devised the plan
That His Son would
is like BOOOP
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live by the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible
popping
The game is in my hands, no ball is gonna be dropping
Soon I'm gonna be the one that will be chart topping
Different colours on my garments call
Motherfuckin' Dre (ah)
What's up, my nigga?
What's up, Nas?
Chillin', God
Niggas is up in here hittin' some of this chronic, nigga
Yeah,
me through this love
Here we spend some detailed time
I got touched by the velvet mind
I feel like a new creation
Oh this transubstantation
More time
Sick disease
Down on your knees
Begging for air
We're zombies
From slaves to kings
By the strength of my hands
Destroying their gods
Sick disease
Yeah
God bless the fam, God bless the homies
Where do I begin, too many testimonies
Let the choir sing a hymn, this here's a special moment
Devil
got one hand on your gat while your genitals are being touched
Livin' the life that's plush and glamorous
Drunk and high with your little soul's
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