Lyrics:
out jus to smoke
Know it keep us right
Stg many times almost lost mind
But not my drive
Gotta bring my mans
Little biddie in the back
Heard she gotta
You wanted to meet the team?
You're facing with 10 opponents
I'm the truest son of the demon king
Erasing Meliodas cause
He would just leave
Thank you Jesus
Goodman
Who is Jesus
He's the son of God
He's the messiah
The Lord of lords
He's the beginning and the end
And He care for us
at the supper of the Son, yea
No one ever told me time keeps ticking, so I took a little minute
Had to find out if You with me
Even when I push it to the limit
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
Mercedes driver
85'er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick
bomb
Revin up the iron horse
Lions Roar
Brothers is there not a cause
We out in force
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb
The Sons of God are breaking New ground
gassing my cloud (Ha)
Move a pound lose a little weight re up out of town
What I know about it (What I know about it)
You can tell by how I go about it
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
Under their control
Makes you not realize
That you are God
Yeah have real eyes
If you choose to no longer see by their lies
I'm God made
Not man's slave
the South Coast is a wild coast and lonely
You might win in a game at Jolon
But a lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone
I
chimney up on top
Made out of a human skull
Now come on take a little walk with
Me honey and tell me who do you love
Chorus:
Who do you love
Who do you
son will prosper
Tell me what's the problem, niggas kill for dollars
Be a bigger prophet if you kill a scholar
Uncle Sam want you and all your black
Lord you are grater I don't need no thing
Imma raise my hand your gonna hear me scream
You gotta
Hook
You gotta put your hands up high
A little higher
O
flu, Captain?
The mighty invader when you are the one with
The musket gun should I
Flee or succumb so my son ain't no orphan
Dear Captain? The mighty
WALTER:
All right, where was I? "Once upon a time there was a dancer, and his name was Di―" Oh, silly me! I was accidentally reading "Son of the Dino Sore"
fallin'-off
It's really far fetched!
I turn a little to a lot I make it stretch!
In come the Franklyn's!
Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crack house!
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
of the son of man be
For wheresoever the carcass is, there shall the eagles be gathered together
And immediately after the tribulation of those days
Shall
the fires, light 'em up
Sometimes you gotta grab life by the tusk
Bloodlines broken to pay the price
Of a tribe once proud of it's name
Teach the son of his
I'm the man who cooks the food and feed the street people in the afternoon
I'm the lady with the broom sweeping the halls of your sons pre-school
I'm
We've no rights left anymore.
Military science picking the locks
Of a 20th Century Pandora's box.
A father tells a son,
"The army makes a man
am I gonna eat
What am I gonna wear
The news channels got us stressing out too
But I'm done son
I may not know what tomorrow holds
But I know who holds
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