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they'd come back to Him He knew they'd do it again
In chapter 18, vs 18 of Deuteronomy
You read about the one to come the prophets are modeling
This is

left behind the second set
Of textbooks titled
How to live you life
Without a nickel or a dime
Alone and free for the first time
I guess he'll have

reflects the melanin of a lineage of African Queens and Queens 
you see my reflection reflects the image of the souls of black history 
An image of my

Amazon
Still can't get anyone on the John
But if I become famous for the job
Like why did they have to ban Eight Thoughts
He was right driftor doesn't have

Pourrin'
Every single day
Said it's raining
And it's Pourrin'
Every single day
I gotta look back at
My paycheck
And wonder if I'm gonna get paid
Cause I've

supposed to be a win 
But mehn life is a race that ain't easy to win 
She couldn't cut him off... there was fear in within 
You see ...that's the right hand

John on the beat by the way)

I'ma go in for the kill like a hitman, huh
I been leaning like a kickstand
Count cash all we ever knew is get bands,

world lies
Working for pennies while capitalism thrives
And you're never aware those atrocities are there
The secret is smuggled in plain sight

Rotting

was dedicated driven by the thirst,
Said she want it all, you can do your worst
Never been a plumber till I made her pipes burst
Soaking wet now we

em dead I just pay up the funds
Foe em gotta clip bet it sound like a drum
Ion politic don't care where you from
Niggas talk hot send a shot by ya gums

the house
I had to use butter. Nice creamy margary all through my hair

It crisped me right up. I slicked back my hair like John Travolta. I felt so sexy, oh

thing
Set me free so I can fly away
I just really got to get away

I live by the truth and I want it straight back
Some people don't like it but that's

quem te
Parece um coxe digra
Damn homie back in da days
You was the man homie
Olha p'a ti tás um beks old wi
Um beks borin, eu sou o next Kobe

Toda

up in a suit and tie
At the back of this funeral parlour 

Did this track so he could be immortalised 
In spite of his early departure send him off

cnd they never ruin their fun by giving in to their throbbing biological urges

How did you get in here?
It's rotting up the goil, lipey
Poor people,

I'm JOHN GAMBINO
Not the one now he fold
Before he got rico'd
And he street code never been told

In and out spot the entrance and exits
Tell a lot by

A Badass nigga, dawg, I'm a beater

Yeah
I got a badass bitch yeah she meaner
She know I'm picky tell by my demeanor
These niggas they cant see me John Cena

the southland 
Livin that hobos life 
Sitting out by a campfire 
Eating beans on a knife 

There's a country shack
Way out back behind the auto body shop 
Get

you think that barn's a penthouse suite

She can take a John Deere hat, hang her blonde hair out the back

And make the strongest man drop everything

scorched by its furnace
Whilst those at work all choke
John goes back home from work
To see his two children
There's no food on the table
And the lights are

right in my back had to trade em Remember Jesus came down, they betrayed him
John 15 on my arm cause they hate him
And we the ones that's been called

Turned Barney's ancestors into carbon back pressure
In the dummies guide to becoming smarter crash testers
I'm not easily blarneyed by artisan crayon

I shouldn't eat your donut but my cravings got the best
The diet was forgotten as I faced the ultimate test
I tried to hold back oh I swear I did
But

hit the deck
All them hittas bluffing, if you bout it, hitta, issa bet
All facts, no shade, but I Ray Bands
No, I ain’t tryna take the power, but I