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Ryman it's all in the timing watch him get choked on his diamonds get
poked in the cops can hope for the sirens on violin get them a medic he's
in need

He pushed past the doors of the Y'all Come Back Saloon
From the shadows he could see the day turned high noon
His footing was rock steady as he

Preaching the choir
In church he admire
Unworthy survivor
Words he desire
But nervy and cryer
Words he acquire
By 80 he's dead
His last few hours spent hating

illusion
While Satan rejoices and laughs
The sheep are all being led to slaughter
A deadly vicious mass
The hands of evil turn the page
As the world comes

the spirit, my God filled me up
Reborn by the water, so I leveled up
When it comes to my life, my God's in command
Got blessings too big to fit in my hand
Got

the hell is grown though
Don't wanna be like anyone else
Whoa
(Let's go)
All these young kids
Tryna get up in the mix
Then they get they tongue twist
Hung by

heard the children's choir in which he'd sung
His letter floated softly to the floor
The reaper took his hand and led him gently through the door.

We

Leave it all up to the coroner
Put that pussy in a parachute, Get your orifice filled by the four of us all in a tour bus

If I die today, Don't you cry

I was always told
Not to put faith in a man
And respect no nigga not looking in Yo eyes when you shake his hand
From Louisiana to Florida
Gunshine

Harmonica in hand
He played out his heart
We roared and we cheered
And he broke all apart

His life was in ruin
His love was a mess
But feeling all our love

you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me
Don't let the kindness fool ya
I stay around some shooters
And keep a choir with me
All they sing is

you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me
Don't let the kindness fool ya
I stay around some shooters
And keep a choir with me
All they sing is

Roses for Mama

Red Sovine

Cryin' in the Chapel

1989

to do. She said, "Son, are you comin' by?" And I said, "Mom, I'm
really pushed for time, but I'll see you in a week or two."  
 
And I was drivin'

Roses for Mama

C.W. McCall

C.W. McCall's Greatest Hits

1978

by?"
And I said, "Mom, I'm really pushed for time
But I'll see you in a week or two"

And I was drivin' through this little town
In Georgia when I

hugging
Met your fourth grandson right after your Mass and last unction
With pneumonia, blood in your lungs, and muscle mass shrunken
You held on to be

Steve Biko (Stir It Up)

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,

The neck I stepped on got me passed on the tab
The pharcyde kept passing me by,cabin lab
Imma madman,got my own ways to keep the shit brand
Y'all

and Muslims
And Baptists of all kinds
Catholic girls and Amish boys
Who've left their plows behind
Up there in the choir
Singing side by side
Wondering

and booted, praising His name
Through my trials and tribulations, I'm grateful for everything

I'm so grateful
I'm so humbled by Your love
Oh why
Where

a cannon as we'd try to reload
I went off to school chasing dreams of my own but all I can think about is the good times in that hole 

Shotgun choirs

a mass inflation of pride, 
To shoot at other dudes. 
How can an organ still in a body, 
Be hard as plaster,
With the strength of a porcelain product,
But

of the night n'
They all just grab hands and they Remember the day and say
Merry Fuckin' Christmas
I hate these wounds you've stuck in me
Merry Fuckin' Christmas

All My Shootin's Be Drive-Bys

MC Hawking

E = MC Hawking

on the trigger of his Baby Mac
Time to give a Newtonian demonstration
Of the bullet hits mass and it's acceleration

Nine in my left, AK in my hand
I roll up

the Father got his hands on me
But sometimes when I look up it's like His back in on me
It's been hard to find someone to take some chances on me
Since they