Lyrics:
my pocket for the payback
The change augmented by the government to nothing
The change of a whirlwind unraveling the coming of that next shit
I
Like a pack of condoms
Sick just like I passed the flu to niggas
I was diplomatic
But this shit was gettin' through to niggas
Way these faggots be
repeat my name
In every single song, you hearing Jesus reigns
No I ain't much of nothing, nothing but a sinner bro
By grace I'm more I praise the Lord,
When I go to bed at night
Sometimes I reminisce
About the way it used to be
When things were not like this
The world's a ball of confusion
Goin' down
to work a staff, and she made my body hard
[Danny:]
Okay Cloud, this is getting complex
So I'm gonna move on to one of our other guests --
[Cloud:]
I knew
happy to see me
The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
Take these bullets out this K
on You!
This is the day the Lord has made
I will rejoice, and I'm gon' be glad
Jesus, I love you so
You changed my life, and I will never let You go
“A Love Supreme†and anything else I forgot to name
Everybody Take the Trane
One more way to give thanks for the music that he made
Is to hit jams
Ok
Now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, “Hi, haters!”
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
oh yeah
Yeah, it's Al Skratch, that real smooth brother
The undercover lover makin' moves on your mother
If I have to, it's only natural, that I
you're living the same
Locked behind walls that your brother has made
You were born in a box, you work in a box, you live in a box and you'll die in
we're going to change
I look'em in the eye
Tell'em no way
Strips on a tiger don't wash away
Manowar's made of steel not clay
They're making little dollies, they tell you "it's a boy,"
Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy.
They're making plastic families, all
and raised
That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze
(First Family)
Suffer for days
(Come on)
And we inheritin' them criminal ways
I
in the big fish
Are you sitting in the belly of a world gone mad
Have you turned your back in His wish
On His will for your life, have you made
low but I don't wear a hoodie
Run to the store 'cause Diamond got the goodies
And the treats and the beats for the Jeep
That were made by me
And never try to see the penitentiary walls
I walk barefoot on the equator with the mental acumen of Bob Lazar
My frame can't be explored by y'all radar
My
machine and cloned baby Jesus
And made an MC like me
(What, what?)
Who came to conquer everything
Within the breeze, man, woman, disease, please
You
I've waited eleven years, still haven't made it clear
If this a one-on-one, there ain't no way that you'll make it here
My Rollie stops tickin'
seeking teachers sending
Brainwaves through speakers
In the same way them creatures claim
The same pain as Jesus
They're apes to the fetus
Using God
I'm made
How precious are the thought You think of me
Could anybody count them
They are greater than the sands by the sea
Where could I run
Where can I
(deep it)
Not a driller but I've left man open, leakin'
Terrorist the way I've had mans parents, screamin'
Brandishin' my flicky and the shrubs,
this bitch the night before Christmas
Baby made my hitlist Christmas night
She let a nigga hit by Christmas lights
This bitch was tight, just my type
And blowing out your brains
I give a fuck about crying
Cuz I'm immune to pain
And that's the only way to survive
While living in the game
Natural born renegade
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