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your fingers just to be involved
Mob shit
Can't take the credit, this God's gift
Got fish, nigga, my dope jumpin' like John Smith (uh)
This for my

Caucasian
God bless the skin, free my babies fightin' fraud cases
Newest Bape, I got it zipped up, she see the rivet in me
2016, I made a killin' off

of the corner.

John:
The rulers asked:
'By what power, or in what name, have ye done this?'
Then Peter, filled with the Holy Spirit, said 
'In the Name of Jesus

Corn Fed

Shannon Brown

Corn Fed

2006

pulling that plow again.
Spit on your face, hands in the dirt,
Ain't nothin' better on God's great earth.

You never hear me apologise,
For growin' up

In the center of the darkness 
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By

over and gave God all the answers
Imagine every race's colour combined hand in hand
If Martin Luther King Jr had died an old man
If the towers were still

me now....
We've fallen fast asleep at the wheel
Hell is hot on our heels
Oh
God
Damn
I'm not an animal
But you gone and forced my hand, to seek

about a Rhubarb pie then just segue into sex
Ok
Not a day goes by my mind on music
Hit play
Then hit the pad, 8 a hand, paradiddadiddle, say it
Mouthful

the wall with a John Lennon crucifix
I listen to the Karaoke
Holden Caulfield sings in the dark
oh my god I wish I was somebody like you

you look up

god is on my side
And Angle gabby holds my hand
Like every time
Didn't say am perfect am a
John sinner now
You expecting love like
What you see in

skills

I lost too many homies to the feds Everybody tryna get a hand out
I ain't shakin' no hands, I still got ARs and FNs
Sometimes I can't even trust

Invested in a gun cus they a kill me with my hands up
Every day I wake I think of ways to run my bands up
So I can get away
Told em I ain’t looking

on your luck from a turn you mistook
You'll be tracked down, picked up, and secured by a hook
I'm a true Predator with a cloak to prove it
Your brain thinks

HmmmYeye, Yoyoyo
BBBD, Hmmm BBBD
Yeah, Yoyoyo
I'm just a boy from the Ghetto
Everyday I dey live my life on God oh
I swear me I noh get person
Na God

acres and his John Deere tractor when he heard the call
To spread Gods word in a denim shirt a true man of the cloth

Chorus
He's Preachin' blue (blue)

the earth this mean
Bow before the king, kiss the goat all purpose ring
While the god poses like a Bow Soulja Verzuz meme
Y'all with all the jokes, laugh

permission, I carry a Gen4 (Gen4)
Family in the streets, my relationship, I got a handful (yeah)
Count a million cash, I swear to God, it had my hand sore

God Is a Bullet

Concrete Blonde

Rock of the 80's, Vol. 9

1994

sad sad
John Lennon, Doctor King, Harvey Milk
All for goddamn nothing
God is a bullet have mercy on us everyone

violence
And I’m awakened by the scenes
And to think

God it was a good day
I almost didn’t feel pain
I almost didn’t hear a train
I almost didn’t let it

21st birthday
Dogfood got these puppies, jumping straight out the kennel
Knew I was a big dawg, around the time I was little
Died a John Doe, they ID him

my thoughts going fluid 
He got fired from the pulpit cuz of hand job movies 
Now on to the charismatic and fantastic Bishop
This n**** so foul that he

told 
And everything else gotta be checked by John Doe
Painful to know that I'm right
For me and you both 
The game isn't built to invite a whole New

the static, he want all the smoke
And my nigga B-Bags hands are too fast
I swear to god you won’t know what hit you
Niggas got the mindset to ask me “P why you

just average as fuck 
Now I’m mad that I hit, let me have my lil’ fit
John Cena can’t see me when I’m in the zone
Hot headed as fuck, there’s no climate