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something we got to laugh it off
Hah Mo Gilligan
Desensitised But we got the drive
Instilled in us by the ones that gave us life
Told us work hard
Stand for

I'm Kricesoulja the word holder living epistle
Don't need holsters to hold pistols I slice issues
With the Word of the Lord, his word is a sword
His

Hello!
Lord help me
I don't know what to believe
All I need is Jesus and some weed
A gassed up Jeep
And woman I can keep
A place to sleep
And a way

talk it like I feel it
It not be clear
But I believe that God is going to hear

All the fairy tales and stories
That a child believes
One by one, they

Hold on a sec'
What?
Is that a wig?!
Yeah.. chick-head!
Jee' it has to be a wig!
Chick-head, yeah
If I could drive you somewhere
I'd drive you some

of filth
Eaten by the worms, that I caress and breed
Ripping my flesh, playing chess on my chest
Cold and pale, in my throne of dirt
Selling my soul is my

feels this they know that he's the realest
Even demons shake and they shudder shout Jesus is Lord he's legit
See I don't want to follow anybody else when

squeamish
Like that shit I said about lemurs
Bitch my side peace is Jesus
Holy saliva drippin from my penis
Y'know my lyrics are the cleanest
Dude! You can't

one
You hit it too soft
You playing both sides
On a seesaw
We got bro ties
Loyal to all of our dawgs
They can't handle the truth
So I ran with the moves

one
You hit it too soft
You playing both sides
On a seesaw
We got bro ties
Loyal to all of our dawgs
They can't handle the truth
So I ran with the moves

Yeah
Rainy days man
Weeping endure for a night
But joy comes in the morning
Weeping till the crack of dawning
Up all night got me yawning
I send up

Affiliated

Statik Selektah

Lord Giveth, Lord Taketh Away

2011

Pushin' the pad
Pinnacle General as if
I be asthmatic, he fill syllables
In lyrical paragraphs
My scribbling battle raps or story verses
They gon' need

a better woman
You just are by far
And i can tell from the start
The way you wana do my dishes
Soon as i put in the kitchen
That shit makin me suspicious

Yeah
This beat is so out of sight
I’m a take these folks to church
Wake some souls up tonight
Heh
One question
How you an activist
And you acting

the key
When you want to lead
Humbled by your grace
Jesus you set me free
Help me to succeed
Your mercy's all I need
Trusting your prophecy
I pray that your

and barking
The Iron working to sharpen
They Calling me Mr Stark
I never went by no Tony
You niggas is really phonies
Im talking bout yall jabronis
Thats fake

That's where I came to get where I'm at
They say change is hard
But what can't be is harder
Memories rearranged explain to Father
Faded days fodder
Causin'

tell me what you need
I can drop knowledge like it's soil for the seed
So go ahead, tell me where you want to be
Stuck with all the Opioids or growing

why the drinks are way more frequent
At least I think...
Drownin in Del Rey for 3.80
Down the bottle and dunk it
Mc Grady, head hazy
Up all night
I

what I need
I don’t spend money on hoes
I don’t spend money on hoes
I could press rewind at the sight of your face
But are you worth the money babe is

Brought us AR-15s (pew pew pew)
Desert Eagles and Glock 19s (I love guns!)
With the second amendment
And Jesus Christ in my pendant (Praise Jesus

White supremacists is scared of my melanin
They be praying I become a degenerate
Fuck you talking bout you ain't no reverend
Generations moving mountains

Stainless steel into my side
The crucifix is in tow
I carry burdens like I'm Jesus
(Never) Baby leave me alone
If you can't reach me by the weekend
Let's say

Eurgh
I've fucked up this recording like three times
Hah, argh
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I'm in the booth on my own again
By booth I mean home
Jesus Christ
I