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what you'll really say
Me follow Christ every single day
For a make a way when there seems no way
All my sins he washed away
Go straight to the business

chosen by the serpent god himself
Rising to power, an empire in his grasp, celebrating this victory for days to come

Cheering crowd, praising their king

John asked 'Do you believe in aliens?'
"No John, I don't, I'm not five... I really think you've been alive too long for that"

He said "No Fionn... I

copyright 2020 Gini Graham Scott and John Covert
Lyrics by Gini Graham Scott, Music by John Covert
VERSE 
We've got crime in the streets.
Junkies

that's the real me
Every single day, I've been running from my feelings
Pardon my French, but I'm fluent in the henny
If you wanna go, I've been posted

slain
The air's full of smoke and death and all kinds of pain
And we're haunted by the whistle of John Hess' train (Haunted by the whistle of John Hess'

take a sip today, finna make a hit today
I feel like the shit today, that's how I feel everyday
And yesterday, been prayin' for the better days
Bangin'

Wanted
Urgently wanted
Jean le voleur
The king of thieves
Is on his secret way by night and day
He’s wanted
Urgently wanted
Le commissaire Monsieur Dupont

If I Had to Die for Someone

Petra

God Fixation

1998

John 15:13
Words and Music by Bob Hartman
I wear my seatbelt in the car I buckle up for safety
I run for cover from the storm
I wear a band aid on my

we goin in)
Watch me double up (watch me double up)
Watch me score again (watch me again)
They held us down for once (held us down for once)
Won't no

to fight

A man who someday will be a great king

by his own hand and will for revenge

To crush the riders who brought the snakes

on that day when snow

Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for

okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine
We lost touch long ago
You lost

Hey
When did "how are you?" become so hard to say?
Fighting all the ways I could become cliché
I'm not doing bad but there've been better days
Hi

best 
It's like swam, ghandi, marley, harvey, martin luther king, john f.k. and bobby 
The odds had me turned 'round and confused 
While the psyche

worked for 8 hours, I never had any power
At the end of my rope, I'm losing all hope again
Then I go home and I play, she asks about my day
And my pain

1st Verse
Trying make it off rap these days
Harder than trying sell crack these days
Niggas don't know how to act these days
The world's full

like lil John im crunk up like Johnny p 
It's do or die they hypnotize like frank White got all eyes I'm Tupac
I ain't Nat King I'm Cole Kang controlling

When I'm out in public bitches call me by my username
Speaking with my brother Interstate on real estate
Like AmeriKKKa for sell but it's spelled with

hundred times three
Marathon man so don't run shit by me
I'm a slave to music but you can never buy me (Wooh)
Scared of my success you went into hiding
Not

painting poems reserved
For the greatest moment in history
Yeah I gotta palette full of dreams
With hues made of talent
Only fathomed for a king
You could

do not got no patience
For nun that bullshit and guys who wanna be complacent
Yo first mistake was
Thinking that we was adjacent
But when we racing I'm

leave King John alone
Just snow it could get dark if y'all keep playing games on my throne (Shame)

Rappers taking L's as quickly as they smoking them

The Life of Kings

Phonte

Charity Starts at Home

2011

of kings

People be confused how I move with the utmost
Respect and yet I get my due
And true, I got nothing to prove
Could be my new objective but lets