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a saint

You got to understand Jesus agreed back in eternity 
to sign a bloody covenant and take a deadly turn for me
He ain't just agree he fulfilled
I met her in a club down in old soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [lp version:
Coca-cola]
see-o-l-a cola
She
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
traditions may have cracked
 And thinned
 The good old Indian army's still a fact.
 That famous monumental man
 The Officer and Gentleman
 Still lives
kill you! 

I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist 
Rapid emcee perversion I'm America! 
Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets
true calling from God
Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona
Surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers
The ones that you find in
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [lp version:
Coca-cola]
See-o-l-a cola
She walked
it's the hundred watt blood shot game of death
'Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats
Rewind and feel the heat
Recline and take
with flow finesse 
'Cause it's the hundred watt blood shot game of death 
'Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats 
Rewind and feel
out the covenant house, ya heard?

Gilla house in the circuit
And how we do it on purpose, only way to surface
Def Squad is the foundation
Three dawgs
Government of the people]
[For the people]
[By the people]
News reporter:
Earlier today in Broward County, appalling court
Judges upheld
[Government of the people]
[For the people]
[By the people]

News reporter:
Earlier today in Broward County, appalling court
judges upheld
the television is always thinking about
Real people, especially when it's hungry

Final decisions are made by the club
And implemented by the shadow of a glove
Tonight's final item is a Global scoop.
The former champion, our Freddie Trumper, talks to Anatoly Sergievsky,
the man who beat him a year ago,
and lips
I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix
And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix
Cuddle with
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
Pontius Pilate
Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens
A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer
Take it his friends and neighbors
club foot
Save you want to keep club hoppin, but anyhow
We're back, to get the club poppin
Ay yo, this is that shit, that thugs love rockin
This is that
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
Mike]

And still inside the chamber stands
A single cell with crimson hue
Resealed by spoken word of Man
Imbued with power from spiritual Truth
Two souls
Elton John or Lionel Richie 
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid 
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade 
I count the bills, roll
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing

[PMD]
I
fierce", Man, I'm agasp here
Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer
Man, I'm stacked like I jacked Sears
After I smack you
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the RAP