Lyrics:
I tell you the truth no one can enter the kingdom
Unless he is born again unless he is born again (John 3:3)
How can this be (John 3:4)
People
on frigid winter days
blow by the, blow by the snow
Professor John gives an exam
Try to pass it if you can
You know he'll send you out to frigid
Ring pon finger mek it official
Fuck pon di surficial
Love when u suck e john weh bigger dan buckingham palace
Wine pon me buddy while me load up me
Remember that time
We ate sandwiches with a cult
A bee flew by
You jumped up and then you spilled the salt
Or the time on Ben's farm
We were
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
Holiness, way over there,
Maybe we love you but we're sadly lakcing air.
Well, I love that man, Pope John Paul III.
I love him, probably more than he
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square
Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square
Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
You stand on the bed and you
tell me you're learning to fly
I said Take off your boots
Take off your cape
Throw away your long johns
I
let it slide
People you love can't be stopped when
Their supporters turn a blind eye
People we love can do bad things
But I refuse to stand by
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
Yo, Yo
Gansta, Gansta
Gansta Yo
That's Right
Journey Through the life of some real niggas
Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen
'm admiring yuh tenderness (true)
Yuh Coca Cola bottle shape and all yuh cherry lips
And ah you alone mi wan fi hug, love up, and then mi kiss
And I want
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
she wanna see me front row, get me an award at the GRAMMYs (I love you)
My auntie Rita be councilin', I love her to death, you just don't understand me
dreams may slip away,
Yet your eyes, sincere and true,
Would you hear my thoughts, my love, for you?
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
My dear John, I grasp this
in my own hand
Divided by the fate times the pleasure plus the pain
Minus the love and hate, nothing to gain!
I just want to live it out, figure it
A revealing of Jesus the Messiah divine
God's plan unfolding in every line
Published by an angel to servant John
Words of truth a message to dawn
Of Chabot, and those telescope ruins
It was there that I called to my true love
Who was pale as millennial moons
Honey, where did you come by that wound?
never made you suspicious
Latched on to light
That's known to hype apparent you coherent knowing I rapped wrong to right
Love and positivity instilled in
back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)
Uh-huh, I love to get
back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)
Uh-huh, I love to get
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