Lyrics:
hitting so fast seems like it’s a crime
35 Songs dang Brandon you really doing it
Two albums in one no one couldn’t even see it
Feel like I try to do
ages as examples of the incredible wealth in his grace
God saved you by his grace when you believed
And you can’t take credit for this, its a gift from
once and when it comes
You better grab it fast 'cause sometimes the love
You grab ain't gonn' last and
I believe I musta,
You know I think I
The world in his hands like Firefox
So I'mma keep going til I'm a lifeless box
Death is finite, life is infinite
Love's eternal, alive and in the mix
Beyond
making songs so cheesy
Now Manny Fresh is actually fresh
And Juvenille, I like his style
But the worst rapper I ever heard man
Is the whack ass mother
I never asked to be born in this life of sin
When the odds are stacked against you how you suppose to win
Only way up out the struggle is the court
The inquisition will take her to the hill
Ready for the kill, giving GOD his will
Everybody's there, none of them will care
Not a single prayer
Burn
mouths and no guts,
The pencil seller's dog spooked by the explosion
And leapin' under my wheels
As I careered outta Longwood on my way to you,
Waitin in
And reached out to grab it
He saw the devil's clam in the air
And his tongue and eyes all grew hair
It's the anti masturbation song
And if you love God, then
Then I feel everything
And wonder fills my being
In every breath I breathe
Is the spirit he breathed
And I can still believe
In dreams he had for me
Inspired by the Lord
His Word will remain to the end
I believe Isaiah
Was a prophet of old
The Lamb was slain
Just as he foretold
I believe Jesus
Was
I'm blessed by his mercy.
When I tell my story people don't believe me
cnd I know where he picked me from
cnd put the crown on my head
So, who I am
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
that's paved in gold
I care about you being reconciled to the Father
I care about His blessing on you and your sons and daughters
Issa Rebel cuz anybody
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
she broke, you know what you should do
I was the envy of my old man
The way Mantra had the jail crowded, you would have thought Mantra lived in a hollow
just a fuckin conspiracy theory?
That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' shit
And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
So I'm jammin'
Dear, it's a lot like the way that we don't talk
Every day that I'm away I will be there
In the parking lot with the drugs we bought
The hope I
a trembling heart, he's coming through your door
With his straining sex in his jumping paw
There's a devil crawling along your floor
And he's old and he's
like the whip of his dreams
Make my life what it seems
Ion play no make believe
Bitch I'm fresh and I'm so clean
All that dirt be past tense
Have that
IF THE WALLS CAME CLOSING IN
WOUD YOU BE THERE
IF MY SHIP GOT STUCK ON TROUBLED WATER WOULD YOU SAVE ME LIKE A PRAYER
DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU
I
couldn't keep it contained so he proceeded to be,
bounced around by a life that was full of deceit,
lost in a world where hate was the way to believe,
judge
things I believe in
The way you go about it will never fit my demeanor
Let these songs last forever
I will never die
Give me a mic and a beat, don't need
Child of the king, no question
Two stepping in all of his blessings
I got the tools
I got the weapons
Don't try me
Child of the king
Yh
Child
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