Lyrics:
to a DJ Mark beat
Ample samples, this for example
Are made by the 45 King, so cancel
Your plans of moving to the front lines
He's a DJ, producer,
from a female MC
But you know what I mean? (Hail to the Queen!)
This MC stands for "Microphone Commando"
When I command that you take a hand
And throw it
emcees
Like a bug
In my palm
When I squeeze
So fear me
Like the mark
Of the beast
Or a large cat
In the dark
When it sneaks
You wouldn't
Get far
Targeting
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
every town,
By God, but it brings me to tears.
When I got home, I found just a flower on the mound
Where it shamed the green grasses of spring.
It grew
of the deep
Woken from its eon-long sleep
The serpent rises out of the deep
But we just wave hello
Gods and heroes, they fall by the score
The Earth is riven
when the clock
mark the start
the fly goes to
every house
looking for someone else
that have more shit to eat
hi Ms and Mr as you can tell
by my
saw Jesus standing by his throne
Endure until the end
God's worth the suffering
There's no time left to be fooling around
Because the antichrist is
a bystander baby he just stood by
She a skinny bitch but in her pics she look fine
Told that bitch to say my name she say "good God"
Bring your bible next
the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who
won't feel me son
Am the God of the sun am the son of the God
And am never off the hook my favorite drug is pot
Am tryna get out the hood buy myself
a pamper
Innocent by standard gangsta, Mark Cancel
What you did to them? Send a
Hit and got them cancelled
I believe in god so to him you got to answer
the clock is ill when, faced wit the truth
Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of
Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill
Fill they minds not to kill
the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all ain't shit on stage
[Chorus]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em
People, not myself yeah
Jesus Christ Reigns, Son of God and the Father is The Head
I can't do this by myself yeah
Correct me if I'm wrong, I don't wanna
Better watch what you say, just when you thought you were safe
Them fuckers got you on tape
You swear to God, you was playin'
Whether or not you was
honor to first
The pastor, the church
My folks and friends
Listen to words
See God save me (yeah)
From myself when no one else was around
And it was
Ngai ndangiigananio
(God cannot be compared)
Na mundu wa thii ino
(With an earthly person)
Gutire undu ona umwe
(There is not one thing)
Uhitukaga Ngai
And oh my god I like her"
"Yeah, I heard you like her
Baby, I thought that we had something
Compared to him I'm next to nothing
Oh my god I like her"
advantage family tree cross me
Then I'm breaking branches
Spray paint a canvas
Create a world you can't find like when
God made Atlantis I'm displaying talent
Yeah, I'm feeling like a God, God, God, God, God, God
Once you play God, they're gonna crumble one by one
Then we go back right into the sun
Like
bridge, is the bridge across the bay
San Francisco, I'm coming home again
Never to roam again, by god
San Francisco, I don't mean Frisco
San
high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga
[LD]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries
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