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Yahawashi Is The King son of Joseph
Hook:(x4)
We pay homage to the Lamb Praise the might of Judah’s Lion Boy Inside this velvet glove resides a fist of iron

Solid bitches gotta treat 'em
Robbers if they run up better leave 'em
I was alone not a soul in sight
They was the coldest nights
I ain't leaving my gun

They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

by the fame aye
Don't test my temper cause imma get angry but they like
Cole got 'em Ghost got 'em riding with the pistol grip
Cole got 'em Ghost got

an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by

rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is

You can never win, you're not

eyes
And not just the ghosts but my own desires
Are how I can be duped into believing these liars
In my flesh in the depths of my soul I'm opposed

rat, wanting it back, like rabbit
Like dang-nabbit, I was tackled by a fraction
Of what I've felt, so I walk on and number up all my arms,
Yeah. cnd do

the coat, ride it like a motorboat
Did this shit all by my lonely don’t you try and call me bro
Let the record show, luke do not posses a soul
Michael Myers

Stay Wide Awake

Eminem

Relapse [Deluxe] [Explicit]

2009

world 
So dark and, oh, so cold, it's, oh, so cold
Oh, so cold, oh

Soon as my flow starts
I compose art like the ghost of Mozart
Even though they

in my lap
Watching Power, rooting for 50 because that
Nigga Ghost is a rat, facts
Scope on the gat, I can't see far, woah
Everyday a black rapper get

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

And they don't know anything else
They don't know they're breathing bad air
But I'm tired of living like this
And my soul cries out, "If You're there...

that's the recipe, I did that shit by any means
My Cuzzo out here feeding fiends, he's steady tryna put me on,
But my son need his father home, yeah my son

The Raven

Kristen Lawrence

Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven

2012

door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no

dung
But him love di fuckry like him son
A him carry mi go buy di gun
Fi shot dem, and deprive dem lung of oxygen
But mommy say shoot fi di future
dem

I'm transcending
What a joke, I just kinda laid there and died
Controlled by something that never
Wanted me alive

I'm ghost my love, the host
I'm ghost

Lost in the crowd I never thought I'd make it
Stuck on the prowl cause everybody naked
My girl says that I'm a bad man but I
I got a soul as sweet

a play and I caught that bit like its Madden
These niggas be talking insane, he not on that, nigga stop capping
I done told this bit it's my lifestyle that

Stick You

Capone-N-Noreaga

The War Report

1997

and a quarter, Arab Nazi
Me and shorty from the Mecca, having a session
Play the Shark Bar, sipping on French connection
On the rocks, son, hit me on the box

cop
I see the patrol cop
Divide the masses
Boxes, Pews
Sky box
If you paid them dues
I'm hyped on His energy
No it's not caffeine
It's that Holy Ghost

will show
Diamonds and gold but a hole in my soul
Heart so cold, my blood is froze
Ours sons don't even know each other that's a crying shame
If we never

Both hands clusty, chilling with my man Rusty
Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape
Rae co-host
Monty

I can not revert back to my old ways
I can not go back to the old days
I create the whole thing
I go at my own pace
Storms brewin
Y'all gone lose ya