Lyrics:
on a kingpin
I'm setting up a buy
I need the Reverend's credit cards but I can't tell her why
"Just do it for your country,
For the glory of the lord,
cnd for
bus in the parking lot
In a panic, the Reverend Dr. White
Called up an ex-member that hadn't lived right
He owned Joe's Beer Joint right across
everywhere that I go so they know how I'm stepping
I told you I preach like reverend, every verse sounds like blessing
Rather choose to be authentic, I don't
to stepping
All the characters you pressin', nigga, you ain't learn your lesson
Even heard it from the reverend, age 11, grade 11
Still the same man, why you
act like my brethren
You preaching to 12 like a choir, you a reverend
But you must not know that I'm higher than reverends
You think you all tough bitch
a reverend not a saint
But I’ll do it again yeah
‘Cause I’m used to the way you love me
I’m used to the way you love me
Yeah I’m used to the way you love me
like a reverend
Your emotions feeling like you in Heaven
Like you in Heaven (Heaven, nah, nah)
You listen to me 'cause you
Know I'm a blessing
And I
incognito.
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
He recognized me,
And punched me in the nose, he said.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister
y'all remember the old days?
The old days when the Reverend Dr. J
Used to take the whole team, boy
Used to do it to 'em
Used to burn 'em, used to burn
the pack for the Reverend Mr. Black
Get along, mule! Get along
Get along, mule, get along! (mule train)
scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinkin', get my brain right
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out like washrags, he wear it
of revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams
And manifest all insanity
Look
Walking in my l'assemblage
I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin'
If you scared, call that reverend, boy I'm drinking
Get my brain right
Armand de Brignac,
incognito.
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
He recognized me,
And punched me in the nose.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more
Sisters and brothers
This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you
My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go
funeral line
Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through school
That's all I want like wino's want they good
everybody rose, the Reverend Smith
He recognized me
And punched me in the nose, he said
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister
Hill
Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
And send a picture
'cause she'll say bet
Dear Yvette
Dear Yvette
Dear Yvette
Dear Yvette
B-Boys are hard on the boulevard
The Reverend at the church said you was barred
to church incognito, when everybody rose
The Reverend Smith, he, he recognized me
And punched me in the nose
He said
"No more Mister Nice Guy
No more
the house that means nobody is safe
How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define
The music of our youth from 1979
We rap by what we see, meaning
Hill
Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
Ali is in the White House
Reverend Ike, Secretary of the Treasure
Richard Pryor, Minister of Education
Stevie Wonder, Secretary of FINE arts
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