Lyrics:
I got my finger to the sky praising yah, hallelujah
I was saved by the fringes of yahusha
Ya'll denying Christ three times by the roosta
Finger
In ages past when spells were cast
In a time of men and steel
Where a man was taught no special thing
It was all done by feel
So listen, so
so you
Might wanna take a hit
Or kickity-kick back and listen
To the funky shit
That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll
And we're not stoppin' 'til
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
I got a scar on my forehead
When I was three and I was sledding
Hit a trailer full speed coulda been dead
Lucky I was fine, same time, broke my
Shaw and Samantha
Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings
I feel like rap has a timestamp
On it you could listen
To My Cheri Amor by Stevie
Wonder
door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie
I'm having lunch with Italian Sonny, don't ask
listen, we put on for the city, sixteen years
Five finals, three rings, we put those trophies over our head
We put on for the
Shit, man let me calm down
(three one eight)
415 to 702, a big change boy (it's a change)
I from where niggas getting wet up in the rain, boy (in the rain)
Wet by the rain, then
down bad in a while
I wrap it up, ain't got time for no child
Give me a inch, then I'm taking a mile
I can't show 'em what's coming, they taking my style
your name now
Drink from the cup girl and in another world history sings the same vow
Ruled by religion they speak but we listen and offer a lamb
to get ready if you stay ready
Crunch Time
Crunch Time
1st Verse (Dub Bulloh)
5 4 3 2 I'm the one
Who else you expect to get it done
I'm my momma's son
(Parody of the written prose "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann. This was written by Christopher Guest of "Spinal Tap" fame. The narator is Norman Rose,
(Parody of the written prose "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann. This was written by Christopher Guest of "Spinal Tap" fame. The narator is Norman Rose,
family roots, peace!
"and the u.s.s. missouri and her sixteen-inch guns
Opened fire on iraqi positions near the kuwaiti border.
It is the first time those
In ages past when spells were cast
In a time of men in steel
When a man was taught no special thing
It was all done by feel
So listen, so
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so they still listen
On the back of the milk carton, ceiling missing
Every time I stop, hoes like
grandfather, aunt, and half-brother lived next door, they would
Not watch her for any length of time
I was renting out rooms of my three-bedroom, two-bath mobile
Warning
Your about to experience some serious bars, delivered by the one and only truly Krayko Breezy
We ask if everybody just please fasten their
Eighty-five on the bridge, hat to the side
Twenty-three-inch Yokohama flats on the ride
Young Stunna, baby girl, is you up on me?
They go so hard, man, I
on the shoulders of twenty thousand fiends
Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
F B I R S D E A
One letter
you actin' cool & yo' cousin lookin' nervous
Bullshit conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master
you actin' cool & yo' cousin lookin' nervous
Bullshit conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master
.jpg/300px-NIN_@_Aragon,_Chicago_10_25_2018_(46252620014).jpg "Nine Inch Nails")
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