Lyrics:
walk with me through this
As I give my feeble attempt at glorifying Yeshua
Cause He
Is the beginning everything came into being
By His being the being
motherfucker had the street game locked
Had the blocks all sold up,
And always saw the cops when they showed up
He had the rep of being murderous too
of distant thunder
Perhaps it's Rodger practising the drums
Don't follow me, To the angel by the sea
Set the table quickly, James, We'll be thirteen for tea
Insane In The Brain
Rick James In The Veins
Real Niggas Never Change
And Though We Homies And We No Longer Hang
You Know You Know Me And That Love
100 bands selling grams doing scams, check up
Bad bitch cute face hit it raw, check up
Broke nigga I came up on a lick, check up
Pray to God count
On the road to the riches come go with me
Roll another up to get my mind blown
Wrote another song before my mind gone
I been rolling by the pair now I need
I never can behave
You give me a smile and then I'm wrapped up in your magic
There's music all around me, crazy music
Music that keeps calling me
Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the double E
But the train don't run by here no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor
Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the double E
But the train don't run by here no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor
TARGET
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)
So back up off me, here's a clip
We do hereby declare reality uncapped
By the changing standards
Of dialogue, statements, such as
Keep it real
Especially when or anticipating modes
Waddup Midwest
They forgot about the 4th coast, it aint nuttin though
What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas, Kentucky, Missouri
Everybody in the Lou
carried by twelve
Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don't show real love
I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up
Ridin'
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
never can behave
You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic
Music all around me, crazy music, music that keeps calling me so
Baby close
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
on my ceiling
Said fuck the school I couldn't go I hade to make a decision
Was by my lawyer in that court room tryna send me to prison
Yo brother die up
James Brown
When he was too old to be on stage
I said that won’t be me - I'll bow out gracefully
But can I really say
Cuz here I am in my fifties
Thinking
in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec
Had to place another field bet (cha ching)
Invested in the pill press and ran me up a real check
Three weeks
running late for class, I got a bell on me
Pegasus or Baccarat, she like the smell on me
Blicks held up by young boys, got Kentrel on it
It just turned em'
names
By now I'm on my 6 rain or somethin'
By now I'm on my 200 thousand-tenth plane or somethin'
By now you can say I'm living like Rick James
like James in this bit
Big stick and I ride wit a big strap
Make em hit 4 flat if he run up he gon get clapped
Keep me a shhh ona left lap
Make the opps
and night
Selling ganja, Living by the corner
Trynna add up they commas
Cause it's Friday they might
Shoot up ya Honda
Shoot up the block
And rob your
Blind to the facts
Can't see shit
Oh I can't stand up this motherfucker
These niggas can't see me
From the horizon come tales of new dimensions
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