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what I'm talking about
Check out my rhetorical skills
I spin you round about
Until you can't tell
Which way is which
Which is what will loosen
Up

the right spot
I don't want to play no cards
i'm tryin my best to stay out the bizness
but I see the devil tryna put me in his
can't got to the shops
to much

long
Where is your God
These things I remember
As I pour out my soul
How I went with the crowds and led them
In procession to the house of God
With

hope in You Lord)
Yahweh! Please help me!
(Even though my heart is heavy)
Please help me, Lord!
(I will put my faith in You Lord)
I'm crying out to You!

searched me
And you know me
You know when I sit and when I rise
You perceive my thoughts afar
Discern my going out oh
And my lying down
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I

of god
In the midst of the southern breezes
A wondrously beautiful image
It had a human form and it's countenance was of such beauty
That I could have more

when life will end
God to know in the mire, put out the fire

Know there is a cross to bear
In your primal quest of fear
No quarter now is given, no

But you have to put in the work now, okay?
So put in the work...

[Hook]
Ima get that bag, I'm a Striker
I achieve my goals, I'm a Striker
Ima strike

trust

cnd ian inna rush put the pivot to the swivel , Malcom with the moves see me moving in the middle, hard to figure out, crafty with it like a riddle

they know that you try
I had a real good mom, and my boo, well, she gon' be a good mom too
So this song goes out to all the moms, no matter what category

to
Bear her far away oh, to bear her far away

"Before you step on board, sir
Your name I'd like to know"
She smiled all in her countenance
"They call me

sprung out

When i look you in the eye
Your countenance is high 
Nice to meet you babe
Good bye
Swear i almost lost my pride
Almost walked away
My

run out of clock
Workin’ hard aint get no rest
I can’t help myself
Can’t help myself
Put this flesh to death
I can’t trust myself
Can’t trust myself

I been whippin' up
Not trippin' up
I got the juice like I'm drinking out the sippy cup
When I ride in the Escape
I escape all the hate in my fate

The self-sufficient is shiftin' the countenance of prowess to
Position right the angle and sustain a daily balance, bruh
Achieve and keep the equilibrium commensurate

What's a king to a god, I'm a baby and a god
I put two G's in the spellin' my name on the gram
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Altenate bob, ain't it
Bout to bless

God gave me weapons of war
But we do not fight in the flesh
I put on the armor of God
And enter the day of his rest

Wether a tribulation or a test

just put all my trust in you
And it'll stop all my stressing 

Although, you don't have to do it
God, your faithfulness, you prove it
God I'm giving you

stains for the payment 
Ever since kids we put pain onto pages 
Since colour by number Ms Waynes in reception 
It's a curse and a blessing we ain't staying

When I
Find myself
Falling
I realize
I'm stalling calling
On your name
Then I
Try to
Stop my drowning
But I realize
I'm floundering
My countenance is

so who the fuck are you). I’m a legend out the heavens of the streets so I never spit oh no I put my soul on these beats. MWEN YEZI, u niggaz hear me

Cuz it's written in his word
That in a blink of an eye
Our countenance will change
We won't remain the same
Ima put my trust in him
Cuz he will never

turned and regarded the weather again, then decided on his Spanish guitar. He carefully put it in the case, walked out the door and headed for a quiet spot

and now
All that old news tiring, all it does is just tear me down
So I said hakuna matata and dipped out, put myself first I figured out how
To love myself