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you in heaven
My slave name was D 7
Now Jesus Christ is who I'm repping, don't stop

Yeah Yeah Niggas,
Don't get weary in well doing
For a new season,

you a winner

Now pull aside for my victory lap
O fetsa ho mpona me kill die plek
A massacre by the mystery chap my name Jabula
Sweetest taboo like

my life I'm turning the page/
I'm living by faith they told me it's strange/

I see they not and I'm saying the same/
They live for the fame say it's

the truth just by rappin' it
Got the armor never lackin' it
The Bible on me like I'm packin' it
Devil's army I'm attackin' it
Man we gon' rise (Rise)
We gon'

These are the sister missionaries from the church of Jesus Christ of latter-day saints and
We were calling looking for Shemar
One of your friends

Spirit!
Jesus sent the Spirit of truth
He lives in me and he lives in you
His energy can fill the room
A burning fire that consumes
To be with us til christ

say the truth
They look at me like I'm
The one with the problem
But the mess with little kids
That's why pedophilia risin'
But that's what happens when

Rhymes synchronize with infinity's timing
Sun, like I'm Christ the way I've been rising
Maybe the only reason why I see my shine on the horizon
Trying

I gotta suppress this
Looking at them when they're looking like dolls, I think I'm in trouble but
If the Lord Jesus Christ was really my shepherd,

more palatable than the taste of my faith
Lord
I want to see you
Let the cloak that is your truth touch my imagination
What do you look like?
So He lifts

deconstructing
And it's tiring
And draining and asking so much of me
This faith it
Doesn't fit me anymore
Like a shirt I've outgrown
Once fond but know unable

danger dune
Game consumed by the hatred of those that ain't a tune
And yeah we might finagle you, but then produce your favorite tune

Maybe whomever could

I aint got it all together by a lot
But imperfections qualify me for the spot
Another day another mercy knuckle up
I know that God still cookin' up

Yeah
Get that
Yeah
Get that

Know I ain't crazy
Know I ain't
I said, best motha blunt, ain't trippy
What the fuck wrong with these folks

Like

cried again at the thought my homie died in sin 
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work,
getting played like spades 
and it makes my heart hurt

Nah you tell me
Spend all day get high sell tree
Take a trip to hell for free
Cuz Satan got that velvet D
Oh Jesus Christ no don't feed us lies

modern Christ of Nazareth
Beyond anything the mind imagined
I look like Michael Jackson, golden shoulder pads on shiny jackets
Diamond brightly blinding

Christ
Hit em with the back up get up off me
Looking for the kid
You can find me where the lost be
Got me
Rodger that
Over out
(Copy)
Living by the sword

on to the floor with you
Kneel to the Lord with you
Played my part like a loyal soldier
Sat back quiet 'til it boiled over
Ain’t say shit when they snubbed me over

the crucifix
We all sleep and wake by Christ grace
Some are dumb and so they can't find a space
Second to death is karma you can't escape
Loyalty is a blessing

sent me the beat
I told him it's cool
My guy, it's true
I step in the booth
You know how we do?
I'm speaking the truth I like
I'll keep it a hundred

In my hood I seen em riden through that TA town, top down cruisin, my squad supplied that mob sound, block surroundin by hooligans, money flowin like

What if they told you I killed na'm di capable of it

Would you believe 

Agwa gi na the christ in me left me when I was six

Would you believe

Trust cause it was enough to raise Your brow
Using myself as an example not like the one slain
I don't deserve a mantle cause I couldn't handle the pain
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