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they are calling on me...

Give me a moment of time
All I need is Four Minutes so when you look in my eyes
You can see the truth when I open the gate

What should be done to succeed 
And what should be done to grow 
So you have to make the right choices
Only then you gon' be guided by the angel voices

Stream
Beat: The Soul Beat “Walking By the River”
Producer: DJ Static
Verse 1 
Interlude


I was born with the umbilical cord round my throat 
Like

and that's all that I need
I'm so blinded by the love that you are all that I see
I would never say that you were really someone I need
More like someone that

fetisile (I'm talking to you, listen up)
Jesu lo saanu fun wa (Jesus showed us mercy)
No be by power (It's not by power)
Aanu gan lari gba (It's mercy we

bless me in fact
 On my way to the cooker just covered in gas
If I was alone I wouldve been gone
I should've caught life fa all of them homes
It doesnt

gotta find out
Never can chill for the mill who said wind down
Living my life you won't never feel regular
Palm angels be all on my back like the feather

Holiest soldier, highest of rollers, calling all ballers
I thought I told you the Lord's not a folder
He dealt the deck and he'll play it out for you

to your girl and I chat and I chit
6 Pack of cans in my bag
And that's every Saturday
Pull up to yo girl
And I'm all like heyyy
Bring her to the crib no god

spot make ya clean up the mess 
Spread all the lies take ya pics for the press 
Take ya time question the shit I address 
But you never gone question

The beast can't be tamed
But hon
Dear
cre you my angel?
Or are you my bane?
What's that?
Love?
Oh no
I can't get saved

1 Corinthians 16:14
Let all that you

that shit forever 

No matter any weather 

I was all up in the mix 

Every time I rode the train 

I just had to bag a bitch 

I'm talking way back

(This is a parody of Hotel California by The Eagles)

From a dark desert highway we pulled into the inn
Rome called for a census, I was from

nigga don't slip
All money in long live Nip
On his birthday we should kill a snitch
Drop the top looking heaven sent
In the sky where my blesses is
In

me a baddie who want to ride tough
Eyes up, calling me daddy when she get tied up
If Pac could see the game, he'd cut his eyes out
I'm all up in your

Trouble

Brotha Lynch Hung

The Plague

2002

[Verse 1]
I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble
Packin a Smith & Wesson
Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin
You can tell that I'm evil
By

take my dive
Trying to make it before my 25
Minute by minute I'm swallowing multivitamins
Made me a beast I'm talking lyrical violence
Calling

chewing all my nails again
This train on the rail, I need to be stable, hiding under that table
Needs more Angel, this is very painful

work but I won't let you go
And all those nights I stayed awake cause u were on the phone
All the nights girl you were all I needed
So I made you


Look

Oh I hope you're all well rested
So you can hear my message
You've spent enough time in the dark
Everyone playing their part
Numbing the mind

the last time
I picked pain for the last time
Star stuck in a grave
I'm slowly lost in my ways
I'm falling lower again
Been calling hoping and praying
Need

the time, and I just wanna shout,
I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about?
Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real
They said "cheques

the weed
Blow trees
Fuck you mean

Roll another swish and I'm right back to it
Picked up some beer it's just me and my music
This all that I know gotta make

calling you 
I did it for the pain I felt I wanted to help all of you 
I put lines on lines like your Tuesday with the coke you got 
And what you rap about