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Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make

played his game, and I must never quit
He is the ruler of his nation
Glory to the land of Jar 
The king of creation
Of micronations
Swaying to the symphony

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

and even tattoo it
God it's so easy to be a phony
See me on your phone screen, but never see me when I'm lonely
Go from holy to horny real quick, but

to the deans
But made sure that my record was clean
Being broke yeah I know what that means
I’m making it out if it’s by any means
I hustle hard man that shit

a loss just to tell myself to earn my winnings
They can never say they blind when I supply the vision
And everybody can't be Holy in a world of sinning
I

Thugz Mansion (N.Y.)

Nas

God's Son

2002

daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me

some fun and see where this lands us at
Then spent my life til this day loving every moment we have
I, never strayed away from new found love
In fact I

bone like its rib until we reach the bliss

Funny that our paradise just one bite from the abyss
They want to make you holy when they switch up like

Here Am I
Inspired by Isaiah 6
Words and Music by Candace Sutter
I have heard a message from the Lord
Asking me a servant of His Word
To awake from

and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,

Alhamdulillah

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis

Patrick will destroy the holy land, 
Got money and xanax in my hand,
 I ain't know you still need me when you mad,
 I remember when my auntie died in 08 I

discuss these wack rhymers backsliders
Mindless spineless by their own jury
They blinded by chain after chain cause
They used to being slaves
Kuntas, kuntas

degree burns
Leave the mic ablaze when I finish my verse
Holy ghost fire when I finish my turn (Cheaa)
I leave every hater talking in tounges
Soon my

you running

You ain't gonna get very far
Bitch, I'mma run you over in my $20 supercar
Rapist Alien is the best album by far
Millennium

Millennium

a breath of the Creator?
Or are we all just the dreams
Of a divine imagination?
Oh, and what are the chances
That it's all a simulation?
Are we holy?
Are we

Beginning of the end see some demon's coming from far lands
Revelation the bible verses in my hands
Can outrap all you niggas if i write a verse with

make a nigga feel spiritual like holy tales
From the Bible, roll Exodus and then inhale
No one knows you, so if I kill you who'd I tell?
Half-hipster,

The Certificate

Hilltop Hoods

Calling

2004

Sky to land, I'm overcoming all your schemes and plans
So take cover as I rain thunder upon you man

I manifest Hip-Hop in it's highest degree