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to understand it son
But I hope you'll make it
You'll be happy again
I remember in church
When the preacher man read the scriptures
You looked so beautiful
So
believe it
'Cause we know we're not gonna get away
From the wrongs we continue to display
A scripture from the Good Book say
According to our works we
Brittanica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest incher
Couldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my manner
You're just a flicker to my inferno, we
its dancers
Like a bird without a song
Tell me where did it all go wrong
Like a frame without a picture
Like God without a scripture
Like me when I
advantage of those who seek the help, by selling pardons from hell.
Your scripture says give up what you own, but yet you preach from a golden throne.
thoughts
All Scripture is inspired
I saw Second Timothy, ya
Verse 3:16 it's right there
Who says that there's
Previous errors in my Old Test'ment?
It's a song for the nameless, that's ageless
Hold onto my hand, I'll show you scripture in these pages
Hold on, hold tight, it's not your turn to die
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Yeah
(Eternally)
Uh
I pray one day these verses hit like scriptures
They put my photos in museums and pay for my pictures
livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me
Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree
Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it
a toast to the truly gifted
We're smiling when you say that you got it
We knew you missed it
Hypnotic, the music mystic
Deliver scriptures, considered
or bright
But I will be holdin' back my scripture's in the dark
Deep rooted soldier inside my soul
Uncontrollable temper like The Hulk's
My wife don't like
scripture
Swallow field a go be in a, the battlefield, yeah, yeah
Natty Dread will never run away, no, no, no
Natty Dread will never run away, no my brethren
to understand it son
But I hope you'll make it
You'll be happy again
I remember in church
When the preacher man read the scriptures
You looked so beautiful
So
like a scripture
Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, ayy
Good crop, hey ye ain't in the picture, hey
Photoshop, hey ye ain't in the picture, uh
Cut her off, hey I
happy again
I remember in church
When the preacher read the scriptures
You looked so beautiful
So beautiful and so innocent
I did not know that behind
the world would not be the same...
A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent.
I remembered the lines from the hindu scripture
Bastard of the cross relentlessly
Strike fear preaching of his coming here
Scriptures, twisted words to provocate
Rapture from the lord your god
Yall better be ? This shit is a lil' different
Okay let me spit this scripture
After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture
against the kind of lies they try to bring me
As a ? soldier with ?
Daily papers they're just propaganda scriptures from the government
It's not
scriptures
And I say, Uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch, nigga
(yeah yeah yeah)
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
when we take your soul
I run with murderers, killers
Bitch get wet, rivers
Then get cut off, scissors
I speak the truth, scriptures
Big chopstick
there's reasons to survive
I could draw you a picture
I could write on my face
I could read you a scripture of tales
And I know, no matter how much
Some quote scriptures
But parrots quote grimm scriptures
Are made from scratch, my mind floats
And I got
War scars, war scrapes from war skit's
like the scriptures document
Judge me
Tell me that I am not worthy for you
Bring down your fury like the scriptures document
Judge me
Tell me that I am
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