Lyrics:
still couldn't hold me
I got the rock stone from David's slingshot
Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got?
Watch for the cops, third eye like
Cuz girl you gotta admit that there's nothing more for me to say
Ooh yeay
I don't love you
No More
Come I'll show myself to the door
I don't love
Psalm twenty three
A Psalm of David
You're not alone
The Lord is my shepherd
Holy Spirit
I lack nothing
He makes me lie down
In green pastures
He
soon
There won't be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religious fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(I mean it won't blow up
'n disappear
on Earth will we do
Now I know when you're holding
There's no need me holding
And you know the same about me
And if you run out
Before you run out
doing that, sir. it's just very hard for me to listen to you when you're --
Dr. stewart: you're floating now, you're high above, you're looking down,
huh, no error
Swear ya can't compare a rapper to me
Too dapper ya see, clapping the beat
Like police did to Rodney king in the streets
SHEESH, no, Sheed,
you're replying
You stutter, stutter, s-s-stutter, stutter
I called you on your cell phone
No answer (tell me why)
So I paged you on your two way
you're replying
You stutter, stutter, s-s-stutter, stutter
I called you on your cell phone
No answer (tell me why)
So I paged you on your two way
the best, pound for pound
It's no discussion
Seen some mass destruction
This how I leave niggas area
Me, Shaq and Gunz, nothin' scarier
A nightmare on Elm
very deep reader on the reasons for everything
Sorry, not sorry
You have no contract with me
I have the Contract with you
That's how the country was
want
But you're no Harry Potter
Pick a lane to face me, tilting baby
It just doesn't matter
Panic while I'm stacking
Magicked corpses like, "Abra
time you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl, I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get
Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us
We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind
We focused on the paper chase, with
gotta know, you've gotta know
You've gotta know (that you don't have me no more)
You have gotta know, you've gotta know
You've gotta know (no you ain't
listening to me and that I find such luck
A better job, a better pay, a bigger buck
No matter how much I try, you know it just ain't right
You're living
of free
Is not too far gone for Jesus
Cos he saved the Judas in me
There was no sword in the hand of David
There were no demons in the pigs
And they could
he in there?
I got this number, I like your hair
It's a good day, for you to come by
Wanna see if David's here
In the doorway, she puts on a big big
produced
Please save me
It's been over a year and I'm still intoxicated by your ambrosia
No, it wasn't ambrosia you gave me
It was alkahest you drowned me
and my feet in good...
Dirt Devils were crowding my head
With lies they spread
They'd convinced me of what fools know isn't true
Quick as an Outkast
take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about
glory, glory
It feels good to be home and to all of you
I thank you so much for your support
For your support of me for so many years
And more importantly
you're a VIP man
But you can get cut because you'd be just like the next man
Holdin' me for nothin'
Runnin' my fuckin' license plates
My plates
a monster and ain't stopping like David Goggins
If you think I'm quitting then you do not know me
I don't need assistance, I'll do it by my lonely
I was
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