Lyrics:
to kill this
The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions but you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
of y'all
And if ya immature then I'm out the door
I'm on fire gettin' head by the
Harlem Boys Choir
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin' an R&B dick
THESE CADILLACS UNTIL THE CHOIR CALLING
IN THE SOUTH CUZ OUT IN HOLLYWOOD IT'S PLASTIC
AND WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE
BURY ME NOT IN A CASKET BUT THE SEATS OF MY
indoor cookie
Other than me and you, ain't
Nobody else coming between, the glue stuck
We got the camera on Monday
We made a movie on Tuesday, fuck
We got
I ain't trying to save
'Cause I just made it
Look at my royalty state
Thank God for the ones who gave it
Lots of props for the ones who made it
By all those fairy tales that drugged us
And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely
No laurel tree, just green envy
Will my number come up eventually
weren't meant to know
Are spoke of in places where we can't go
So don't tell me you still find it hard to believe
That we were made by a different God
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
made to starve in the ghetto.
Footsteps getting close to me.
So we hide 'cos them a come fi we.
Every family lined up in the streets.
It's a tragedy,
a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that
I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.
Lyrics made of lead
bad, don't make me have to guess
What's underneath that dress?
And how did God make you so fine?
You the image of success
What'd I do to make you mine
Fuck
I can't breathe
You
Compress me
Still
Can't control
Your
Own
Made a mockery
Propagate the monarch
Apocryphal sermons preached
You never thought
around the time when you got elected
Ain't nothin' changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected, they ain't came true
Tell me what to do,
but a flash in the pan, not inspired by a god just written by man
The fear of hell as a means of control can't be used to threaten my soul
Alright,
just winning by committee, you and me against the world might get a lil risky
To get what we deserve it's gone lil tricky gotta stand firm even in
wicked to be
In any heavenly choir, but by God, you saved me
I didn't kiss you this Christmas
But I sure wanted to
The only gift that I wanted
Was
a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that
I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.
Lyrics made of lead
how to cry
I know how to remember how good
God's been to me
I know how to wave hand
I know how to give thanks
I know how to close eyes
I know how
judge
I'll be the judge of that
Besides, our judges are only
Going to give their opinions
The final decision will be made
By me truly
Then would'nt that
the word they don't hear a thang
Keep preaching to them until they get saved
Bringing eternal life keep em from the grave
God told me this is why I was made
the clouds
Created by a falling mass
The impact's made the sea fast rages
I know this page is my last
Take me in your arms
Mother sea
my heart, spill my blood
Save me now my god
Kill me- send my soul to the abyss
I'm prepared to live
With you- in hell forever and pay my sorrows
Accompanied by grace
And we appeared
It was the year of our Lord
But this God isn't perfect
Yeah, It's learning as it goes
Expectations are high, heaven knows
on His birthday
And the angel, tells the story of the Saviours birth at hand
Joined by choirs of Heaven singing, songs of Joy across the land
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