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church shirts

Been slidin' round, gettin' that bag up, nigga, call my bluff
Every bitch, I pull a nine or ten, nigga, call my bluff
Took your scrap

Ballad for Americans

Paul Robeson

Ballad for Americans

1993

In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was

never uphold my own told
I mean, I've never owed dough to old bros
I mean
I gotta ignite a fight
I stop at the red light and pull out a knife
You know we

enough
How many more  before we call the bluff...

How many more have do die...
Jesus came to preach freedom to the oppressed 
It's time, for the Church

the budget
Then run up a ruckus
Bet
Dont even say no more
Dont know what all the debating for
Seeing the signs
I gotta rush
Gimme my phone
I call ya bluff
Beep

attached to my palms
Attended church in these streets everyday 23rd Psalms
If you the smartest in your clique then tell me where you headed
Associate amongst

they act like white supremacy is their
Birthright, as they fight for church rights, but the Lord is coming to set the church right
Set the earth right,

their
Birthright, as they fight for church rights, but the Lord is coming to set the church right
Set the earth right, let's discuss this sweet shalom

first
He gon wind up in a hearse
Tell that boy go back to church
No nine to five we movin work
They tryin to find out where we lurk
Jus got a drop
He hang

ain't gon' do shit to my bitch, I'll smack your ass shut the fuck up
He got a stick and ain't gon' use it, gah damn , he a bluff
Main thing that piss me

For Women

Talib Kweli

Reflection Eternal

2000

her vein and still red when she bleeds
(Don't, don't, don't hurt me again)

Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in harlem
Holdin' hands under the apollo

Genabis

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

restricted to touch
I read the cosmo's but God wrote predicted as much
The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough

They backslide back to church

Real talk we ain't care where them Cunts hang, I'm from North bra you hear guns bang I Got boys they at church on a Sunday, Same ones that could run

of the dead they come
Bluff blows from dead hands
To be carried to the skys
Get the rope to knot

Peel back the skin to reveal that dark red and velvet canvas,

the headlights
When the bass hits
You like yo this joint hard
And they ain't saying anything
I got this picture on the canvas
I'm still painting it
The red is

sitting in church pews
They claimed it was you
An army of witnesses say that it's true
Ain't you worried that you're making the news?
Did you Bury it deep?

Hahaha killer season
Jesus piece check
Guardian angel check
I could go with the red white and the blues but it like fuck I don't know what shoes
Got

I done came from the dirt
Learned How to get it up in church
Niggas trying. To ask me to merch
I done pulled off the Burch from the trees
Stacking up

Baby, I will bet the farm on you

Everybody plays low stakes
But I got high hopes
Everybody makes mistakes
Baby, I won't
You will call my bluff
You