Lyrics:
name was Eve, kissed me gently on the adam's apple
I cried for weeks on my knees at the tabernacle
Streets cold, monday, feet cold
Designer shoes,
with pride where I reside
They call it Dean's Song
And that's quite a group you have going for you
There's no bigger choir that you could hire
For
with pride where I reside
They call it Dean's Song
And that's quite a group you have going for you
There's no bigger choir that you could hire
For
When trouble comes, trouble comes
God, I will call, call on Your holy name
I am the tabernacle of the Most High God
His Holy Spirit dwells
for the mic, but you can't handle it
I dismantle it, bust you in your head with it
You know you can't spit it like I spit it
Yeah you shit it in
Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
asleep at night
I blindly taught myself to fight
Aw shadow man shadow box, please keep your hands up
And if you get knocked down don't forget to stand
stomach it
Stormy rain, hits window panes like revolutionary pains
Evolution is my name, when I move words, I got a growth spurt, the truth hurts
We
hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe,
and fade out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you
Good mourning,
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
Swing my double edge sword and aim for hearts like a rever-end
Bless the mandem I gotta tell a friend
cdopted by the kingpin, part of the lineage
God
Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
Niggas take my name in vain like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assassination
Bringin' you pain
and Brooklyn from fighting
Telling me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill
with paper, s*** is still ghetto
But f*** it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
the winter of your discontent
I heard an old story
Shamed and bled glory
Now preached in gluttony and pride
By liars, the rich, and deceit
I sat and pondered
do Sanaa Lathan
Fire Satan, God body, I got the choir hatin'
Rich and rude, plus my lifestyle is ravishing
Laying wood on your wife
I swear it's
was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I sink
was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I sink
talk whatever we could do that it's your dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me sweet
Grump’s as real as a three-dollar bill
Shady deals and never-ending promises
A Nude Yorker, if you like his shtick, I have a great
Bridge to Brooklyn that
to retire
You see proper preparation prevents poor performance
I live by that motto in exchange I get endorsements
Just listen up to me I am your captain
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