Lyrics:
squashing no beef
Kill me a nigga and had to lay low on the Lam
I started getting hot over east
Back in the streets, the prophet say I'm an apostle
I
sayin the gospel
From a rap song they heard
With the hip hop apostle
Became chaotic & filled with mayhem
At the end of the day I'll
Always be a made man
me where to sign
And point me where to go
King poet the holy fool
Apostle of self-destruction
I tried it your way but I couldn't sleep
There's
One, two, three
Now you might have heard different
But I know it's a fact
That Jesus, Mary, Joseph
And the Apostle Paul were black
Ten letters I am
quatro'
My click eat like the Twelve Holy Apostles
We bust down models, and plush out Tahoe's
Jewels froze, look like we hit the Lotto
P89, My clip
Ruthless
I never tolerated a Judist, The Passion of Christ
Give me the money, you'll never fuck me twice
Boy shut for the apostles, givin' the Gospel was
the apostles reveal
Tryna stay up out the (?) so we all know the drill
They might offer you deals on the real
A sequel for suspects that won't talk and won't
to land shark Apostle squad
Unfroze the hideous image like ??? ???.
Bat up in the bell free (help me)
I wana be the reinvention of fire
In a most stagnate
Infectious like a brothel
No need to get hostile
Calling all apostles
United we stand
They bleeding out they nostrils
I'm wicked with hands
Throwing vicious
leaving,
And I'm buying all your fear.
Now you're walking around,
Like some broken apostle.
Don't you know that regret is a poisonous thing?
This is
of the trance
And Sitting Bull, the great apostle
Of the Ghost Dance
Come on Comanche
Come on Blackfoot
Come on Shoshone
Come on Cheyenne
We shall live
The hostile gospel, I apostle, with epistles from speaking in tongues,
but God sewed up and gave his only begotten Son
to set it on niggaz, blowing backwards
me where to sign
And point me where to go
King poet the holy fool
Apostle of self-destruction
I tried it your way but I couldn't sleep
There's
bleeds
And when Walstreet Apostles
Preach a gospel of greed
I'll renounce the fame of this gluttonous age
And be a Born-again American
Resistance is
apostles
Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils
I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister
Transform into Liu Kang and finish ya
Nigga put
unable to do
Is do what I got to
Look in hospital
Brooklyn apostle
Lyrical gospel
Still fortunate to scorch your shit
Paying for the cost of it
with the Dead Sea Gospel
Now known as the Dead Street Apostle
We shoot 'em feds, use them hollows
Bullets spread, til they meet Diablo
Stars in
shinin niggas watch you
I walk these ??conple?? stones alone shit is hostile
apostle in this grown and known from my eyes view
Verse 4: Musolini
the playgroup 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
the Apostle Paul said in his Scripture
We are troubled on every side, yet not in distressed
We are perplexed but not in despair
Persecuted but not forsaken
to get me to participate
Not at this rate and see my though strong try to recoupe me
Before I'm there and gone like the Apostles
[Verse 6: ap9]
Stuck
Playing solitaire with my own apostle
This is the cost of exhausted options
And colossal obstacles, constantly boxed in
I'm in mourning this morning in
The words breathe on my sheet, I write a novel
Speak on behalf of every slain apostle
My slang's hostile, say my name as gospel
Masada, pop 2 through
Curtain revealin my words the gospel
No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
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