Lyrics:
cin't focused on inches I rather stack it up by the yards
Since concrete they ain't never felt something this hard hanh
My perseverance went to sleep but
I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ-like
into my face
He said, "What can your God do to compete with this?"
I knew then how Moses felt
When his rod turned to a serpent
And the three
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
finding God b
Assalamulaikum to the populace
Light the piff and take a hit
And act like I don't remember shit
Puffin' on that white widow 'til my
Face is
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
my hotel, billin' it (billin' it)
You can do what you like darlin', no, they don't give a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
White boy
to bind us in your living death,
Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silence
In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence
That you inflicted,
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
you ran the stop, word them pigs frontin
Yo tell like you tell 'em cousin we ain't did nothin
All they see is three blacks in a jeep with seats back
huge teeth
Surrounded by a green mist that smells like birth
Always leave a trail of blood how can you not tell I am hurt
Sharing needs with some bums
Hanging with the vain, 95 to Maine, arteries blood the audemar
Time ticking up in hell's kitchen, preach silence cause we move different
Armor
They tried to lock me in box, I try to keep it holy
I’m overcoming by the blood and my testimony
I know this is what we do, gotta keep it rolling
the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and witches' spells,
And silence falls on the marble walls.
By the eldritch glow of black moonfire,
But fuck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight
Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God
Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard
Just
South is running shit
Then one blood group, shit's all developing, New York
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for the bass and that
hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride
Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
the deep in so they keep on fishing
Got to many questions for me to be Christian
Since nothing is impossible I’m on a mission
I’m wanted by 3 hoes and it
Took shared time in McKee, U-God general contractin' service
While Meth Chef and Deck was off the New Dorp
For white boys who took steroids
Buildin'
see)
Bound by blood, by fate, by the need to survive
Forgive me, Father, for I will sin again
[Bridge]
In the silence of the night, I hear their voices
jail
Or a 3 and half by 8
God knows i wont be the first one
Just wanna flex
Think less about life
All i do is worry about life
No one cares about mental
an off-white toe-tag created by Virgil
Lipstick stains on the murals. Red spray-paint drippin' off of the fine-art
You can't tame the infernos. We're
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
Are you feeling safe
Now you can change your face
All you need's a name
Let your god receive his
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