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to the pentagram under the holy ghost
Time is tickin like a bomb
I've been rippin pages from the book of psalms
Plus I'm dedicated to get the shit that I want
Leave

Sometimes when I'm by myself at night I feel so alone
No one up at home and no one hit my phone
I find the comfort in myself all on my own
I've been

bo każdy z nas dobrze wie jak tu jest
To Ursynów skurwysynu z czasem to poczujesz

Ta muzyka z tego osiedla
Zanurzonego w bębnach

T do E do M do Z do

needs said, ha
Fuck you, cock ass suckers
You'd suck a dick to be the top motherfucker

Better keep me off record, I'm setting records
Telling truth by

Mama Raised Me

Master P

MP Da Last Don

1998

wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any

cross the line like I'm superstitious
I redeemed by the blood of the lamb yeah
Look, Do you know who I am?
I'm the righteousness of God
He the man with

scarecrow

No fear in me when I walk through shadows
Cause I dwell in his holy place in his shadows
I'm covered by his holy feathers in the meadows
Psalms 91

exhausted
With the pedal to the floor 
Gas flushing through the exhaust and

I’m in a whole ‘nother level
In a whole ‘nother zone
Ain’t none like me
By now

hot ass store
I'm just tryin to make sure
Them folks aint close enough to tap my phone
A1 and Trippy got picked up by the feds
Lil Chris in Georgia doin

dripping in favor 
Step by step 
The Lord is my Pacer 
Runs my team 
Like Kobe and the lakers
So we gon shine 
No apology to the haters

I'm just tryna be

more to life than myself
And my own desires, man they mean nothing
I'm done bein' motivated by the Lamborghini
I care more about how the fans are gonna

honey I'm an angry bear

And I'm average all I'm missing By my side is a bad bitch
You know any sad chicks tryna Get active? And I'm magic I Wave my stick

Sober Up

Crooked

Mood Muzik, Vol. 4: A Turn for the Worst

2010

plead with
At times I hate my reflection and others I'm conceited
Half the time I'm arrogant other times I'm vengeful
At times it's to convince me,

SWEET

BROCKHAMPTON

Saturation II

2017

suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in

Wake Up Everybody

Q-Tip

The Standard

2010

try to write a song
As sweet as the Psalms
Though I'm the type to bare arms
And wear my heart on my sleeve
Even when I fell in God I believe
Read

Only God Knows

Bushwick Bill

Phantom of the Rapra

1995

ended that's why I'm spendin'
So much time in the 5th ward high as a kite
It's too late for me to try to live my life right
Shit, if I should die today

To drop my pride
By His stripes
I am Nice
Yeah I'm nice with Christ
Who saved my life
Paid the price
To open my eyes
So I decide
To drop my pride
By His

saved my life

Paid the price

To open my eyes

So I decide

To drop my pride

By His stripes

I am Nice

Yeah I’m nice with Christ

Who saved my life

resurrection
I need resurrection
I'm trying to walk in my purpose now
Don't be fooled by my Jordans now
Saved by the blood of the Holy Lamb
See there's a chip

you do
I'm not new dudes or your old one
Just to keep my good eye open is why you owe Don
By now, you know son
I'm not the one the scene wanna write

Reyes guantes 
I'm a God in the flesh
Blessed by the Tloke Nawake 
Everybody has a purpose 
I'm still tryna find mine 
So I write rhymes my varrios

fuckin' loud

Catch me riding dirty in the bright and early
I'm a grind until I'm filthy rich by, like, the time I'm thirty
Rhymes are wily, whirling

forgiveness
Lord I'm for forgiveness
Lord I'm for forgiveness
My life is now puffed
By the whirlwind
Sweeping through the southern land
Iniquities of me invade

the pysch ward
Cause to the world I’m insane when I spit it
While insane with the lyrics, I’m just slain in the spirit
And it’s plain when you hear it, that I