Lyrics:
apostle
Cruel and divine
Like the ghost of man.
And now you realise
I am the truth.
Worship the dead
The damned and misled
Tortured and bled
evangelists, apostles, prophets too
Pastors, teachers, five in all 'cause we got work to do
Discernment, tongues, interpretation, prophecy, and faith
crazy, they gone off that yayo
Maybe smoking stones, I don't know, I'll be okay, though
I'm God's solider, devil's apostle, it's harvest time
You reap
a clip in tha rain,
A fool-proof when tha full force open you (What)
Twista will rock you, you don't want tha thug apostle to pop you,
Hostile when I
hollow point apostles turn living flesh into fossils
It?s through gospel niggas will wet it Vick Malif?ll shred it
Beef on these streets only gets the best
murder 'em with the dialect of an apostle
I'm apocalyptic and I can kick it whichever way you wanna hear it
Ain't no tellin' who I'ma kill and bury
The apostle of conscious dying
Whispers to me, "Keep on trying
Stay tethered to the cosmic sacrum
Safe within the Bardo playground
You'll cry
says,
Off to the side with an average,
Blaming the dolls like heretics,
Apostles or inebriates.
Hold on tight,
We're going to wake,
Laugh to death
For
flows
Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed
COLOSSAL, true original b-boy apostle
Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo
[Talib
was a man or woman
A patch of sun fell onto her neck
She put her head on her arms on her desk
The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
The crazy hippies,
apostles
This the drink of the Lord, that's according to my gospel
Open to interpretation, if you're judging it I don't want it
I got tins that scole like my
you could be double-crossed
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere,
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran
Don't mess with a missionary man.
Well the missionary man
He's got god on his side.
He's got the saints and apostles
Backin' up from behind.
Black
minutes ago, she had a small gut
One apostle, Cuban Link skit
Montana Medellin, blowing both nostrils
Stick up kids stay away, Shaolin is far from your
to the pavement
Scraping my bone gristle but I'm still here
Got a problem with lil' kids
My acknowledgement of God was not
In an ill sense and I follow the apostle
to search for the mystics
Finder of lost souls, teacher of apostles, the mind's so colossal
A beautiful mind
A beautiful mind, a beautiful idea
One that
Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some
And I wish that I was made of stone
the coming of that newest hip-hop, Christ's apostle
Try your BDS and your SoundScans for more fam
Your whole roster couldn't take on that one Sun of Man
Get
Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some
And I wish that I was made of stone
the fat sacks puffier than Sean Combs
It's the Ice man back blowin dookie out the nostrils
In the studio creating shit that's colossal
Apostle
on apostle Paul
So paid the piper or meet the sniper legend of the fall
I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all
I do or die, you do it to die,
I'm the ghetto apostle, come on, follow I'll lead you
Tell them put down the pipes, liquor bottles and needles
Treat your family right, your mommy
your lips and my heart skips a beat
You suffer so pretty like a ragged apostle
You burn oh so brightly like a soldering gun
And I gave my body
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