Lyrics:
Ugh It's Poet Chane Illmania yeah woah
Yo I pick up a fucker in advance thats twice
Hi I'm poet Chane by the way Half man Half vice
A chainsaw is
an uppercut
Shawty from an island make it bubble up
I need more than a front end, that shit not enough
I need a back end that shit need to double up
I see
the ONE of whom I used to say that
Once I scat, then comes the Top Act that's from way back
And I didn't know who He was I can't brag I have to face facts
and I came back twice
This shit bang - get back when I aim that rifle
Suck dick all you want, that won't make them like you
I'm the truth, here's
to disciple me - why did you lie to me
Why'd you abuse, manipulate me and take all the life from me
Christ gave it back when he died for me! You do not frighten
disciple goons do what I bid
With each line spit I exhale light unto acreage plagued by the darkness
Bitches on they knees worship me kiss the ring groveling
the Lord don’t you bring him back
No don’t you slumber the roots of a crackerjack, God of disciples and God of my Zodiac
Prepare me to buss it don’t fuss it
though
That's just the ritual
Grounds for dismissal
You stuck in a cycle
This music is vital
My words are the truth
and y'all my disciples
This is all
my shit look Eiffel huh that boy long gone he got took by disciples (on bro)
Huh my bitch Hong Kong she cut your head with cycle
Huh i had called bro
thirty pieces of silver, and from that moment he began to look for an opportunity to betray him. On the first day
of Unleavened Bread the disciples came
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People worship these idols 'til they come in contact with gods
Hoes is on my disciples, you get mind-fucked by these broads
Life is just
Intro ( Speech)
A great leader is not someone who elbows everyone out of way, but rather someone who gets to the finish and looks back to see who’s
of God
DISCIPLE1: (Not Elijah come back down)
And Your way doesn't have to be so hard
DISCIPLE1: (You're the one who'll wear the crown)
Yeah, I say You
the saint
Put the knife in your back
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Warfare
nkwene tiefi kraa yɛde yɛ biogas
Ɛdwom wei nkɔ ma mo a mo feel’ie sarkodie no flow
Yankopɔn ne disciples me medea ne mo oo
Wei yɛ by the way me tɔn asaase
Be blessed to be a blessing, through worship of our Savior
Be blessed to be a blessing, by His witness in our lives
Be blessed to be a blessing,
the house, his disciples asked him privately, Why could not we cast him out?
And he said unto them,
This kind can come forth by nothing, but by prayer
Yeah yeah
Westside with the realist
Fam stay on westside, they the realist
Disciples all twelve like clocks ticking
Study highs, low working,
another
By this all people will know
That you are my disciples
If you have love for one another
By this all people will know
That you are my disciples
If
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People worship these idols 'til they come in contact with gods
Hoes is on my disciples, you get mind-fucked by these broads
Life is just
swallowing, engulfing
Devoured by darkness, the blackest speech seeped into his soul
The blood of the serpent leaves him whole
The devouring darkness,
with seven grand some other way
And the gangster disciples knocked me off of my bicycle
At midnight down by Selby and Griggs
I shouldn't have gone
speaking in tongue
Brother I've been back siding us a little too long
You think I know by now what's right and what's wrong
Living it up when the sky's
the sixty-nine
And so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile
But see I'm not standing on Gomer
I hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons
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