Lyrics:
our art and perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
When the true king's murderers
Are allowed to roam free
A thousand magicians
I greet Thee, who my sure Redeemer art,
My only Trust and Savior of my heart,
Who pain didst undergo for my poor sake;
I pray Thee, from our hearts
Horace Parland at the piano, Buddy Buddy Catlett on bass, and Art Taylor at the drums. Music and facilities for this broadcast are provided by
[ cool Moe Dee ] We are the Raiders
[ L.A. Sunshine ] Of the Lost Art (8x)
[ Treacherous Three ]
This is a funky expedition, a mission, I had
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
of being grant us one more hour
To perform our art and perfect our lives
Moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die, and death not
Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun
And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1
So one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat
destiny preordained
Trying to live righteous
Fighting for life, this my life
That's why I liked on my vices
Tightening the vices of truth on the roofless
of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.
Hey, Lord, I'm
of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.
Hey, Lord, I'm
haters like protons
Art of conversation rapping to my destination
I don’t see no expiration pass it to next generation
Live by them then you die by them
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
our art
And perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
When the true king's murderers
Are allowed to roam free
A thousand magicians
the beer at work, for God's sake
Fuck you!
By the way, would it be cool to go golfing tomorrow?
Fuck you!
I was just kidding, I want to hang out
hot
Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot?
Clean it up! We want the company impressed
We've got a lot to do
Is it one lump or two
For you, our guest
indecency determined by the F.U.C.C.
Why are we so anesthetized to the lies?
Because we do it in our own lives
We believe all the things that we want to hear
heart to that project, and
To all the projects that followed
And are to come
I am honored and humbled by my fans
For the unwavering support and love
Over
so low, but sinners raising
Heavenwards by thine eternal plan
Thou who art God beyond all praising
All for love's sake becamest man
Thou who art love
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
It's so destructive
Counter productive
How we gonna make it
When we do not know where love lives [2x]
I'm not seeing what you're saying
All
evil for thou art with me.. oh oh oh oh....
chorus
i'll live forever, i'll live forever, mi'll live forever
in the house of God. i'll live forever
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
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