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’m ready to be up I got my supplies
See me at the top don’t be surprised
Man whatever it ain’t no big deal
Imma keep running miles till I get my first mil

without the savior
You should mourn and weep for the lost ones
Be ashamed that you won't grab none
Too busy contributing to the building fund
Pray 'bout

a tyrant don't mean they gotta be defiant
Too many niggas they be ready to die
Looking real sly
Looking real sly
Caught lacking when he’s driving by
Getting

now?
Are you ready for the lonely, sad truth of it all
To burn down your house
Well I'm not trying to right
Or be the only one left
I'm in the dead

a leader
But just cause they pray doesn't make em a preacher

Too much truth, take a break, take a breather
You don't like me?
Well, I don't like you either

now washed I'm living for this Christ
Eh, why you preaching man?
Yada, Yada, Yada
Eh, what they hearing then?
Nada, Nada, Nada
Well, why you preaching

you gotta fight
(Get ready)
There's the cut of the knife
(Get ready)
So roll the dice on your life
(I'm ready)
And pray the night don't bite you

Pray to God
Now prepare your mind to suffer
Stay Hard
Its time to go war
I'm ready got a full clip
It's time to live my life
This time I'm ready for

burn
It’s the same part with a soft heart
And I really do pray
For the lives lost
For a new beginning
For a better way of living
Empathy is a lesson

an offended a princess
Think your behavior is the best an a index

Well, maybe I also start to brag and be a stupid a cattle
So many gluttons go to fight

finish one more round
We'll have dinner on the ground
And go inside, and pray we don't get killed

The evangelist came with a well dressed choir
They

Mic Check

Aceyalone

All Balls Don't Bounce

1995

understandable when I handle my mic check
I enlarge to full capcacity drasticallly fast
it has to be my well manicured dastardly pure blast
will sniffle and lift,

upon my ways
Now I'm smiling saying I made it
Coz mama used to cry
Dad would always pray
Hoping that their son would someday do something
Most people

I'm with it
Look at my fitted, you know it's too heavy
You cannot be me
You will never be ready
Oh shit oh shit
What you want aye
I'm releasing fire aye

I need is my Mariah and the carols from the choir
Ugly sweater, the attire
Keep it lit just like the fire
'Tis the season to be jolly, singin'

ways but i need to know if you're really for me
I think your cool i think your funny 
You're into shoes must be into money
Do you pray or day you slay

should stick to rap
Well here I am so step back
Aj krazie
Kiro same thing
Call me Scarface
I am
The king of this rap game and I'm never leaving
On my son

to have it has to have a meaning to it too
It can't be flaccid
Guess that's why I buy a pill to make it massive
Then lose it, Atkins
It's proven hapless by

'll be fine to find I'm headed down
Old Satan's way! (Satan's way! Satan's way!)

And this is what I pray I'll hear him say

"Take a seat, Sweet Sue

cell phone tricks
De next day I takin' dis girl on a date
Yuh boy ready early ah doh want to be late
Dressed up like a dan cause ah want to impress

must be.

Abraham
Isaac, Isaac, blessed must thou be.

Isaac
Father, greet well my brethren ying,
And pray my mother of her blessing,
I come no more

The contest is ripe for one to thrive
Wiping the sweat from his brow, recomposed
Fitting of a crown, Raph takes his time
The ying of fire must be countered by

And that's on gang, yeah
We gone be straight
Swerving lane to lane, making plays, Get it andele
I ain't come to play no games and Yeah I'm here

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