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It's all fun and games from where you sit
Looking south of opposite 
Your fun-creating industries are only making lunatics
Tick tick, one hundred

Young in the game like Foden
Hear my shit, bet my flow gets stolen
These man are my sons, yeah I told 'em
Thor, Loki, I'm a god like Odin
I'm potent,

Filled with joy I'm dancing all around
I see the beauty that I denied
For Love is my mirror on Holy Ground
You see me as a butterfly
Now my feet are

and the Holy Spirit
Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you
And be sure of this, I am with you, always, even until the end of the age

or else I would give it
You do not delight in burnt offering
The sacrifices of God are a broken Spirit
A broken and a contrite heart these o God
You will

from here to fro
Looking like those waves in the
Ocean currents being devoured
By the sharks in the water led
By eternal torment you know
It's just what

the
Lord I will trust in thee

Concrete skies
Say hi bye
Conversations brief
Brown skinned leaves
Falling carried by Autumn's breeze

Opinions are adopted

minority
Niggas asked
You ever been harassed by police
Bitch please
Never caught a break
When I was rolling
In my black prix
Can't describe
What it feels

created creations 

The confusing confusement confusion

Receive that you will be induced

By the may-believable

I'm the paper boy 

Then roll trees 

Had

perverted without justice
By the Vatican who vow never to discuss this
You can't repay these sins with money at the altar
I hope you're right, cos if you are

we nice
Forget the haters make we run fast
I know you are not holy but you been nice at all time

If Money no dey baby ooh
Shey you go stay with me

Okami
Okami
Okamilaro o

Emini breb oshe
I just want to tell u some fact that I've been through
This track itself doesn't deserve an intro o
Oroyen aloko

Almighty every day
Late nights just trying to make it
Happen anyway
But I need to put my trust
In God Almighty every day
Wherever you are Lord I gotta be

shit has been a long time)
Into your coffin we come
(I got my mind on your grave
and your grave on my mind)

[Jamie Madrox]
My shovel will set you free

the twelve tribes I’ll never unsalted homicide the profit got hit with twenty five but we could tell you bout this twelve gage or how to sell a key out

you will serve it
But there is only one who calls to you by His mercy
You could call it old fashioned don't matter how you word it
Commissioned

the morning you hear my voice
In the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you and watch
For you are not a God who delights in wickedness
Evil may not dwell with

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This ain't even for the church had to do one for the trenches 

No matter where you are you can still be a witness

Hear what I'm saying

We Can't Win

AZ

Doe or Die

1995

societies, God
You understand?
These secret societies is maneuvering within society to control society
That's why society is outta control
33rd and one

We Can't Win

AZ

Doe or Die

1995

societies, God
You understand?
These secret societies is maneuvering within society to control society
That's why society is outta control
33rd and one

shit
I dey de think deep why nobody gives a shit
(Nobody gives a shit) 
Igboya bitters in my hand 
Jamming nodding to a beat from my A&R
He wanted me

expunged; this I shall do by printing
in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in hell are salutary and in
medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away,

burning 
Clear into the sea 
And good children everywhere
Are calling to thee 
The heart of the warrior learning 

I will love you tomorrow 
Even more than

freed my soul
The holy chains will not enslave me again
You're the morning star
With opened eyes, I've seen through lies

Be free
With me
With me

We'll