Lyrics:
type of nigga
A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him
White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim (no)
Now people they screaming out,
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So
on the weak
You never suffer
You inflict pain
You wouldn't know oppression if it nailed you to the fucking cross.
Disciple of Deceit.
White Utopian pipe dream
We are doing nothing but giving people what they want
Defile, blaspheme, creator
Master over me
Defile, blaspheme, forsaken
Disciple of deceit
Blood
these kids real quick, play time's over, time for a
Strapped up ready for the mission light work light work weren't you listening
Now I'm busy discipling
Isn't it something? Got a name off the gospel and now you buzzing
That white man told you that slavery was a blessing you bought it
Our sons and daughters
We were white and they were black
And our lives they were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every morning at that riverbend
It's
We were white and they were black
And our lives
They were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every mornin'
At that river bend
It's where
girls and them white walls. White Walls!!!
They tan and Black Like Criss Cross. Criss Cross!!!
Flexing on my ex, Know I'm Sexy!!!
And I ain't gotta flex,
for me to put away Foolish ways and pick up my Cross
Heavens Disciples on a mission Tying to reach out to the lost
I put my faith in God
Not casting
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
There will be no me
Without you
There will be no me
Without you
You came and died for me
On the cross of calvary
There will be no me
Without you Lord
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your
three
If the motherfuckers serve tryin to step to a G
Only got love for me and my Doggs
With Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg
Now this
Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand White
K.D.
the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand
he smacked me on my ass
The trigger man, I'm crazy like Sam
My skill's so ill like a white chick with a suntan
Check it out now
One for
The Four Horsemen, that's the clique I'm with
You mean them little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers?
Yeah, we on a mission to Kansas, slipping
his mission
A chance to go out and help heal the world
That's my mission
Soon I'll be off in a different place
Helping the whole human race
I know
Then the Lord summoned his disciples and said to them
Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself
Take up his cross, and follow me
For whoever
was on that mission late at night my feet were freezing cold
I go to get that bag so don't play hero
I don't f*cl with them
I just got a call from
Behold the Messiah, who's risen, ascended
To the right hand of God, no higher position
He came on a mission, by His own volition
Took on the form
world
Chasing for the Light
I'm chasing for the Light
I've Completed my mission
I'm going to Zion now
New Jerusalem
Shalom
And Shalom
Here I come
Coming
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle
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