Lyrics:
of Glory is coming soon
All the earth was formed by God's own hand
All the world, and even what is unseen is His
Have you of a King like this?
Who is this
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
Uh, ooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, nah nah nah nah
Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who
be bright
With freedom's holy light
Protect us by thy might
Great God, our King
Our glorious land today
'Neath education's sway
Soars upward
a rhyme
My album'll touch you like the death of Malcom
Comes in CDs, cassettes, internet, and volumes
I was raised by a certain column on my info
I know
'Tis the season for bleeding and we've been looking for a reason
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Hey hey
Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
ti pe nbe o
Make them know my song in every city o
Oloun
Cuz its my time to take over
Like Okpobo
King jaja
There's a land beyond the river
That they call the sweet forever
And we only reach that shore by faith's decree
One by one we'll
[T.I.]
Yo, uh. [Repeat: x12]
A come on, T.I.
[Neptunes]
Come on. [Repeat: x2]
I said come on, come on, come on, come on.
[T.I.]
A hour
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Music and Lyrics by Jeff Hanneman and Kerry King
Black Magic from the Slayer album Show No Mercy
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
And you can spend all day and chill, all night
Come sleep with the king, peep what I bring
Every few weeks it's a bigger size ring
Carats ain't nothin'
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
rassi win 3aych «hemmmmha»
Mra love mra broken Heart my homies ra mrad
Trip f jbal
Dmaghi tayer
Nrja3 n7at album
Trip trip by my music
Trip trip by my
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Shady, we're back!
Nothing can stop and nothing can change it
You better just make new livin' arrangements
If you think you the top and king
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
name is (I'm talking to you)
We can shoot it out whenever you wanna
Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talking to you
[T.I.]
Hey I'm the best you ever
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