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Spoken "Hello, Operator, give me room 321, please, thank you Hello, Noble Lumpkin? This here is the illustrious Potentate. I said it's the illustrious
And I know we won't be late, no, darling With the potentate of hauling freight Talking Jesus, riding on the Grille Talking Jesus blessing every road kill
[E-40] Don't cha' know... Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme, Fuckin' em'
angels sing Their songs before him day and night, Their God, Redeemer, King. Crown him the Lord of years, The Potentate of time, Creator of the rolling
you don't know nothin' about it You got powerbook potentates Pointedly obviate Every opinion They have about anything Even if They don't know
And peons hire potentates. Saying: "When you finish, Trim the hedges." I'm making a hurried get-a-way, Down Santa Monica, out of L.A. If you like it so
oligarch, head of state, potentate And now never coming back, never coming back Tombs are full of fools who gave their life upon command Of Romance gone
did Jumping off of buildings, flying like a bird While potentates and presidents are hung on every word May I speak for everybody when I say Hang
subterfusion You won't even say "at ease" After waging a costly siege When a potentate ain't so potent in his state He summons help fast Unilaterally I
Don't wake me The other escapes me The champion of fate Oh grim potentate Make no mistake Hell is at hand Mantras mouthed Thickening the breeze
face is lying bad It's the truth, you are burning in fireland At the end we'll ascend to the motherfucking sealing of the land, oh my potentate
potentates Saying, "When you finish trim the hedges" I'm making a hurried get-a-way Down Santa Monica, out of L.A. If you like it so much stay There's
The Potentate of time Creator of the rolling spheres Ineffably sublime All hail Redeemer hail For Thou hast died for me Thy praise shall never never fail
and night, their God, Redeemer, King. Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time, Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime. All hail,
Me and my crew always sippin and smoking inhale exhale on that potentate We don't give a fuck cause we living for the moment Stacking all these
delay On your own race, no relay Everybody feel the vibe, kedere And you call the shots, potentate Then you make it clap like a lobster tail Lemme see you
in purpose Birthing a yellow flame - wild and voracious Yet soon heavy with smoke, blackened by soot Polluted, admixed by the potentates - of today
Blessed, only Potentate God the Lord is King of glory Zion, tell the world his fame All his saints, declare the story Of his faithfulness proclaim He is
How is that even a thought about you Leaves me enchanted This gravity The merciless potentate And me A choiceless subjugate Uh spaghettifying ma soul
ISOLATION SCHIZO-AFFECTIVE DISORDER PLAGUE OF THE NEW AGE SELF CONTROLLED OBLITERATION HOGTIED POTENTATES RIDICULOUS SKIRMISH DEAD SET SOCIETY SELF
your heart Lift up your voice Rejoice, again I say rejoice Crown Him the Lord of years The Potentate of time Creator of the rolling spheres Ineffably
the one who handles the dough Mixing it up down in the pit Baking that shit in the fucking oven Noble dogs keep away potentates You are the one who soaks
You walk through hatred you're off to war Under dark clouds forevermore Wearing the crown like a fool Down the path as a potentates tool The blind
and the lofty Oba giga to n gbebi giga The only potentate, ko seni to to O, ko seni to ju O Iwo loga agbalagb
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