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Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeator of the Saxons, sovereign of all England! GUARD #1: Pull
the way I work with an artist Called Vanessa Beecroft And she bought my daughter some toys I’d see toys that some people would Buy for my daughter and I’d
levitate when I elevate My mind, in the lovely place called the Golden State By way of LA but yo! Just wait Who else could I be but emcee ELIMN8 Here
surrounded her birth. She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
Let me introduce you to a new type of music It's called Hymn Pop Music where we giving all the Praise All the Glory to our Lord, King and Saviour
, Higher, Higher Verse 1 Look at me, Little me I'm doing well being all that I can be I broke them chains Mental slave now I'm free See when I walk
of The King Sons and Daughters of The King Sons and Daughters of The King Sons and Daughters of The King Sons and Daughters of The King We've overcome by
to me that’s a win Now everybody go, Higher, Higher, Higher, Higher Let’s make a corporate affair Saints put cha hands in the air Higher, Higher
to God all I fear Is Allah so why try me? Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi? You look like the Predator by prey (pray) on God akhi They say if
you want to be and you can reach any height Remember that OK Its real in the feel been keeping it real For all of my son's and all of my daughters
I watch those faces as I roll my groceries out those smiling faces staring back at me There are no traces this is all that we have left the smiling
While the years passed me by, trapped in Captivity So much the Prodigal Son! Time was done Took my first step outside, who was waitin' on me After all
you can call me a winner All of my demons I eat 'em for dinner Never been hot I stay cold like the winter (Cold like the, cold like the) If it was so
needs (Jesus, Lord) Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin' About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus) Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord) Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin' About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus) Man, it's hard to be an angel
a bundle to escape this synapse Man, life can get all up in your ass, baby, you betta work it out (haha) Now let me tell you what it's all about (uh-huh)
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son I dedicate these words to you and all the other children Affected by the mass incarceration in
Delight Lord Shankara, You Remove All Sins, You Are Engaged In A Battle-Cry You Put An End To The Wrath Of Demons, You Are Angered By The Sons Of Diti, You
Verse 1: You saw me You Called me by my name There on the cross Yes, I was lost And you found me The debt of sin i owe You paid it all Yes you
daughters a hoe I know she tried to fuck me When I told her no She tried to say I raped her Your son went crazy Like he knew his sister spoke the truth
needs (Jesus, Lord) Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin' About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus) Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord) Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin' About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus) Man, it's hard to be an angel
today She won't do it no more, lost all her faith They say she exaggerate when she hollerate But it's only so much she can tolerate Help me find my
there's ever been and everybody knows (they know) I didn't choose the business life, I guess it chose me 'Cause I been workin' 'n' grindin' like all
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