Lyrics:
to climb
But Jimmy went to war and something changed his mind
This is the battle ground where Jimmy learned to kill
Now Jimmy has a trade and Jimmy
when I drop a mixtape
Both of us will win if I get a big break
Broke nigga dick, baby, had a long day
Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce
And Gabbana,
Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me"
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me"
"The Joy of Knowing
Surprise yo' ass like a baby, takin' his first steps
I'm too good for just any bad bitch
Smoke like I've been kissin' dragons
That milk carton show her
America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free
Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace
Jimmy Nothing never went to school
They made
of joy were shed,
In June on a Sunday morning,
When Jimmy and his bride were wed:
REFRAIN:
All the chapel bells were ringing,
't was a great day in his
pull up to his mansion alone
And don't come in with all that gun play
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free
Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace
Jimmy Nothing never went to school
They made
Far above the highest heavens
On a throne of crystal light
Dwells the God of all creation
Rays of wonder crown His might
Human voices blend with
Who studies honesty with wilder-gaze
While through it's oddity must
It's wings take flight!
Through alchemy the artist's mind's a maze, a
Labyrinth
Artist. Frank Zappa
Title: The Jimmy Carl Black Philosophy Lesson
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(Next during the JIMMY CARL BLACK
on the video
The baddest cat alive
Driving all the women crazy, all they want is Jimmy baby
Love it when he rolls his eyes
Top Jimmy cooks, Top Jimmy
on the video
The baddest cat alive
Driving all the women crazy, all they want is Jimmy baby
Love it when he rolls his eyes
Top Jimmy cooks, Top Jimmy
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
For I am reeling, amazed by a feeling
That's real, incredibly real
And he knew I loved him, imagine
Knew at once, I loved him, imagine
I'll be his
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
Jimmy Mack Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack when are you comin' back
Jimmy Mack Jimmy,
Oh, Jimmy Mack when are you comin' back
My arms are missing you,
Franklin, is it not true that you're not a christian artist
But a secular artist posing as a christian artist?
Excuse me Mr. Franklin
Remcg his work
The artist, however faithful to his
Personal vision of reality
Becomes the last champion of the
Individual mind and sensibility
Against an intrusive
Jimmy Mack Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack when are you comin' back
Jimmy Mack Jimmy,
Oh, Jimmy Mack when are you comin' back
My arms are missing you,
how the Brooklyn machine works
Thats word to BIG and his dead eye
I rise to the top like the sun
I rise to the pocket like a gun
I fire, drop ya body
and salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist
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