Lyrics:
get up in the morning
Till you crash at night
You will have to live your life
With bishop, rook and knight
Clean your teeth with chequered toothpaste
the knight
We played that he might grant me time
My bishop and my knight will shatter his flanks
And still I might feel God's heart in mine
And through
in the morning na he snorin
Leave em in the dust
Cause you basic niggas boring
I'm in my bag I'm on my grind
Oh no Lil nigga I don't have the time
And she’s so over him
All of this gossip and chit chatter
In a few years won’t even matter
When currency’s ashes
Have been scattered by the sea
Where will you
a fear
In the midst of threats
There’s divine power in store
To proclaim the Gospel
Bold as a Lion when he roars, AHHH!
The wicked flee when no one pursues
down in the lawn
This jawn just a pawn
Sitting on pocket queens
Late night on the mic
Bishop's juice cut scene
Mixed metaphors
Never made it
where they chop up the crack in
Meet me at the mall round 3 by the bathrooms
Money then I'm gone disappear like its magic
Cut em off pay a fee now he
that he lives inside
He's coming in a full display thunder in sky oh it's a Payday
Nowhere to escape there's no get away only way to escape
Is
war in his name
The devil defeated i pledge allegiance to the same abba
Bitch he the king of the universe if you don't know what's his name
Gave his son
followed the path he'd drawn on a map
Through a wasteland covered up in bones
cnd when I reached the spot that was marked by an X
I found a note, this is
reaching
My phone now Staci's all alone deep breathing
From crying the situation she really not believing
In the midst she interrupted by a call it was Lisa
Know his name Jesus Christ
By his people he was hated and crucified
I'm telling the truth no lies
Hung on the cross in the midst of the week
Caused
wonder that
Do you ever wonder why you try, in the midst of my slumber I can wonder why, why
Please don't tell me your a waste of my example but just know
by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr o'Reilly, Mr limbaugh, Mr
On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That
no frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked
Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my
Bully my opponent I ain't bothered by his swing
Clip Apollo by the wings
If he flies he flies
Go and crown your fallen king
If he dies he dies
If he
experiments."
"He has poisoned our water for ever.
Nixon will be remembered as a classic case
Of a smart man shitting in his own nest,
But he also shit
the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes
And she'll bring the cadavers set em' free and let em' feed
The devil tree penciled me in but I slept thick through
In the midst of the darkest of nights I have found
You're holding to me, in spite of my rejection
The Word of the Lord says the lost can be found
But
with us
Immanu-el
Immanuel, in the midst of the storm
He is with us
Immanu-el, the Lord our God with us
He's our ever-present God
Our ever-present God
spikes in the wanest remains of the moonlight
He imbibed more than was wise for his rages
Tracked by the serials stamped on his wages
Powder and cordite
While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold
Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse
Three screams for the hangman as he cries for
While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold
Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse
Three screams for the hangman as he cries for
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