Lyrics:
Weather report
It say
A front of warm air is moving in from
Where?
Jamaica!
Moderately high barometer pressure will cover the ah
Northeast
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
witness
The growth of I and I
Pour the white wine
These girls are parched but they slurp the guys and I
So refined's my life
Dynasty will rise
From the 876
And don't worry about your friends
They'll be by your side
Chasing all these ends
Bitch, I'm out of my mind
Bitch, I'm out of my drink
Everything will be just
Man God put the rule in
Never been afraid I survive in the ruin
Numbering my days I'm alive in the new inn
Praise him with the saints imma vibe when
a nigga try his luck leave the whole clip empty
My head hard and my heart's cold
But just like my paper I will not fold
Keep my eyes on my own
Abided by
me that you're innocent
Don't tell me it's divinely ordained by the saints
My demons, my saviors
I weep for all of them suffered in vain
My
innocent
Don't tell me it's divinely ordained by the saints
My demons, my saviors
I weep for all of them
Suffered in vain
My wayward son, you might
tired
I rep the realness and it will never be retired
Every time I give you more, you take, strigoi
Horse and carriage ain’t enough, oh boy
All man blood
cavities
Such insanity
In Adam we all die
What a tragedy
But in Christ we rise to new life
Praise His majesty
Israelites and Gentiles alike, united by faith
Nightwing - fly across the sky
And cast your shadow over those who before dawn will die
Beyond a great vast forest lies the desolate land
Ruled by
laying side by side but
When we reach forever
Will there be a place where you and I may find home?
So I keep a candle burning
And I pray to see that Saint
I bet I rise, when He crack the sky
And His saints go up
That feel you feel, when He in the mist
In that prayer circle, that's triumph
Wit Jesus,
continually ring through my ears
And the ghosts of Hiroshima are now joined by this year's
"History will repeat itself," Santayana used to cry
A deserter
ascend
Descend, descend, descend
Then ascend and ascend and ascend
And when you come back again
We will rise to descend
Your welcome home party
Saints
popped.
I battle Gods. Against all odds.
Like I'm killing cops.
Rap God. I am NOT!
Rap I will not stop.
Until I get my props.
From the Gods.
That think.
only by the pull of the tides
For we are creatures of intelligent design
A bleak situation just got bleaker
Our ties with the maker get weaker
They kill me
Another one will rise from the gutter motherfuckers
[Chorus]
We always in the struggle
Making those Wu-Banga's
We hang like hangers
the good way and walk in it, walk on
Saints of old and streets of gold
Will gaze upon His throne
Singin' holy, holy God of glory
We'll worship Him
As the sun rises over Mexico
And sets on the African plains
On a tourist jet, the in-flight magazines
Sets out your rate of exchange
While
I’m stuck in defiance. Been boiling my rage
By burning the quotes from the ancient scrolls
From faith and by science my coming of age
My rise or my
Yeah yeah, yeah
Mm, yeah yeah, yeah, uh
Hella late but the sun will rise
We gon' find love, we gon' find love
And it's nights like these that
Don't
involve,
Cause they'll add their rise then they subtract our fall,
Read between the lines,
We effective by this method look around you'll see a cause,
If you
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