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in my court of Camelot.  I must speak with your
lord     and master.
GUARD #1:  What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR:  Yes!
GUARD #1:  You're using

only shop at Whole Foods Byerleys and Lunds
Say you out here chasing funds
Well bitch you ain't the only one
Yeah holy fuck
Oh you got guns over there

"They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby"
"Order in the court, order in the court"
"I will make you pay for this you murderers"
"Order

Diary of a Madman

Gravediggaz

6 Feet Deep

1994

"They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby"
"Order in the court, order in the court"
"I will make you pay for this you murderers"
"Order

Felony Niggas

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

bleed 
And if you're rich before you go 
Get a watch and a drop 
You better hit the court house 
And better bail out the block 
If your son ain't

gonna need a mop in the food court

Time
Taking a toll your face
It crueler on the mind
To the young at heart
They got you in a place where
Hey
You might

Cum in your bitches dreams I'm Scary Terry poppin' pussy like cherry Pop-Tarts
Before the show in New York we're hitting up the food court
But got

hating going on
You don't know which path to cross
My destination is heaven but holy father 'I'm lost
It's times like this where it's hard
And you never

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
Amen
Our Father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

Yeah

Pull up in a black toy
Girl you never saw a black boy
Holy Moses
Power surfing
All these niggas bitches
Bet they pussy hurting like wo!
Ladies

imported yours
Man I treat my MSFTS like the
Lakers - the court is ours
Look a nine year old in the
Face and say you're in charge
It's our time to shine

chopping

Follow Yeshua no matter the cost
Never pick up a loss when I pick up that cross
Holy Spirit been active like Pentecost
Let Him lead more of Him

an MC running like Scooby Doo
Now man are asking "where are you?"
Ayy, what
You think you're the realest of dudes
Just 'cause you shot some food?
Dem man

it's walking out
With memos for the high notes

Praises to the most high
Long as the word, isn't court side
Dipped in holy water I been baptised
Swimming

Night skies, beautiful times, wonders and signs
Nothing compares to You
One day in Your courts versus a thousand away
You know what I would choose

I hold da court like I'm the kitchen
Whipping plays for da team figgas
If you want da rock I can dish it to ya
When you get the rock you betta handle

"Mock him not, he bears no crime"
"I'll take you up to Paradise"

Upon the cross, he said "It's done"
Behold the death of the Holy Son

Father, into your

to find freedom
Of choice,

Of feel

Reminiscences
Are the nails for the holy cross
Image of prophet
With a bloodied crown doesn`t let go me

In a bloody

Person wey no get food to chop, him anger you no fi contain 
As much as I can tell, ogede no be plantain 
Put on something nice like it’s your birthday
If

Do you know what he did on that cross?
He died for you, so you could be washed
He layed there with nails  in his hands
Blood dripping down
Calling

dismembered they ain't effin' remembered (ah)
F 'em they dinner, this here is food for your thoughts
If this a food court some of y'all eatin' soup with

jackets all over the place
I cross the road like its interstate
Sunshine state only in the state
Living life get off my plate
I eat good food gotta say

how I shoot praise
No lukewarm no two face
My flow cold like a tooth paste
From sip'n milk to solid food
In scripture like it's whole good
The Word

forbidden fruit, cooking food up with these limes
I'm a heathen in the day and I'm thieving in the night

I'm holy
Forasaken
Your's solely
I'm taken
We lost