Lyrics:
The Spirit in The Temple
That can make a man tremble
At the power displayed from The Self sufficient One
Two free you done out of time
Ring the bell quickly
the
Fire under me
The one that made me see I ain't Alone out on these streets, see me Walking by myself
But it is way more than it seems
But little do they
farewell
I was rescued by God not saved by the bell
He told me go to Nineveh
got swallowed by a whale
Chewed me up and spit me out I lived to tell
Before I
here a warrior in Christ, which way to go
Gather your prophets filled with truth and wisdom only you could show
Bring us together all as one prepare our
smoke in the party
(Don't dance) we boogie on the opp block
It gets fucked when I bring my army
(It's long) hide your Carti, summertime
You best hide your
fulfiling destiny...
Bring out the best in me..my capacity is strong in you..
My remedy...with your leadings...direction..what's jealousy?..
If i hold unto
cockamamie notions
And forms of co-opting group was McLaughlin
Had the co-op hopping like Mao
At the Co-Op, Stringer Bell
Moving fast, Benny Hill
Fell in love,
the clothes that I wore
She said, "We got a mutual friend over by the door,
And you know he's got our best interest in mind."
He was well connected but her
Best bring your slime with you
When shit goes down he'll hide with you
You hear that time ticking riding around in that fast lane
Tryna focus but get
Tell me a rapper this fresh
Can't name it
Cause I am the best
When I aim at the chest
Doo doo doo doot
I hope he had a vest
Cause I gotta tour
Bonjour
boxes in a bedroom
And still make the place smell like Davidoff Yeh
If you see me working on your block
I’m in a high vis not no motherfucking Saint
Armstrong
But I'm just high
Eyes real low I'm high as hell
Someone asked me last time I fell
'Cause that's me at my best
How you gonna twist it up
And you
of reach
Bare them crimson and then forgive me for
For you and me
Father teach me to kick a little these best well
Inflammatories in our heart
And still
me, test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat
wouldn't have a hook
If you didn't have me
I'm the Brooklyn Dodgers of open water
The Roger Waters of Jolly Rogers
Fly as Tinker Bell when I'm dropping sail
gonna make it happen man
Who wanna test?
We lickin' off shots in the west
We make believers out the best
Lay the weak to rest
In southern
how dare you try to get the best of me
Stress me, I test your chest out, like air yourself out (poof)
Leave ya shiverin, left out in the cold, no
crack, I'm just what you wanna be
Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me
And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just
through
Let me take you on a journey through my mind, produced by Qux
Born in ‘89 lemme remind you that
I’m not trying to grow up, let’s bring the 90’s back
Granted you know the times, Christmas got the whole city lit
Me and my Cholo making jugs just to fuck yo bitch
Stretching bitches out in the jeep, heard she
You know it's Teazse
Girl I'm gon hit i'm gon hit once
Then leave it, Yehh
Full season
You bring that pussy out
A nigga gon get to eating
I got her
big dosser
Where's this kid from
Big John
It's his son
Bell rings it's on
So if you're going to come then you best Bring a big gun
And your nine-inch
bitches, all they ever do is hold you back
Till they break your fucking soul like Bane did Batman’s back
Think you’re strong? Prove me wrong!
Haven’t been in
bow out go now I said bow out and leave
I said take your stuff and go
'Cause you're not for me, no
Mamma knows best when times get hard
And Papa always
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