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Gospel of the apostles.
I have faith and hope.
God bestow upon me your chosen.
Beloved blessed mercy
your name endures for eternity.
The firstborn
Smithers
Unless it's from a cannon, light the wick and watch the wire flicker
This apostle's apocalyptic, writing all these dire scriptures
When they're
Fading light
(Not losing sanity)
Losing sight
(Of the apostles)
But I am not enslaved
I will not bow down
But I am not enslaved
I will not bow down
keeper
I will be here with you ‘til the end
I will walk you through the valley of death into the promised land
The apostle has risen once again
You can
Recitative (mezzo-soprano):
Then they that gladly received his word were baptized,
and continued steadfastly in the Apostles' teaching, and in
And Bronx's best apostle
Stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots
The cops come up for air
And now
of the seven seal
You know Christ had twelve apostles, and three he led away
Said "Watch with me one hour, 'til I go yon' and pray"
Tell me who's that
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it
overhead, her birds fill the skies
All around the cathedral, the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares
Although you can't see it, you know
And Bronx's best apostle
Stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots
The cops come up for air
And now
of the seven seal
You know Christ had twelve apostles, and three he led away
Said "Watch with me one hour, 'til I go yon' and pray"
Tell me who's that
When all twelve of the Apostles try to ring me on the phone
Take a message but I won't return the call
For I have no eyes to see Him and I thought
family, friends and money
And leave it all for Jesus like the brave Apostles twelve
Peter, Andrew, James and Phillip, Thomas, Simon, Matthew
that would make the White House jealous
Well I do get a little much over-impressed
'Til I think of Peter and Paul and the apostles
I don't stack
(Judas)
There he is
They're all asleep, the fools
(Jesus)
Judas, must you betray me
With a kiss?
(Peter and Apostles)
What's the buzz
her birds fill the skies
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know
gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell
Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle
I'll play every number that I can play
I'll see you maybe
apostles"
We got that big love, that love that's colossal
We meditate ain't no need to get hostile
You cannot penetrate me with the hate
We got that good
listen to what mom say
Son, first was the apostle second was the prophet
Third was the teacher, now they all watch him
Try to be peaceful, man I'm just
partner
Pocket full of bread like apostles
Have a whole spread on you nigga like shotta
Fuck these pussy niggas, I'ma go get cocky
Keep a down bitch
an apostle
Paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil
Never knowin' what's gon' follow
However we never wallow in our sorrow
Just pray
a chemical metal
Heater on high like a pot on kettle
Jukebox gospel, raise it up another level
Young street apostles with their hallelujah peddles
drop drop to the King
King, nothing impossible, look at that Paul the apostle that carried the dream
Dream like Martin the King, make head to the man
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