Lyrics:
Siren is bending, the radio humming
Sun is breaking through and the storm is coming
The score is obscure, the melody fractured
It went by my window
even
Happy for james cause real bitches hard to come by
This nigga found one, I told him he was lucky an clown something
Rollin up duckies while
and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man
crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
yo bread
You da King of Bethel nobody said
After this yo career hangs by a thread
You ain’t a rapper, boy you is Fred
Act just like him, just your hair
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
1885
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed
prophecy
Prayerful powerful like-magneto! The black James Bond on Bond Street Probeto! Holy Ghost fire dressed in righteous attire Praise the king no choir I
and fightings. And we did the bed event in amsterdam
and the bag piece in vienna just to give people an
idea, that there's many ways of protest and this is
one
Let's go.
We hustle in a lil old apartment, with all the windows blacked out
I'd put it on the 'hood if you cost me
I'm a have to pull the straps
(Concur)
Fed by the Lord A X ender
The last trumpeter
I Eat up His letters
His Words Change weather
And Shatter up fetters
I speak of King Jude ...the
King
I'm always ready your Majesty
Miasto parking leje deszcz
Aston Martin DB5
Trzasnął drzwiami wrzucił bieg
Światło pasek tłumik skręt
James jest
of the living
Self-organized, wrought from the clay
Our king by night, our slave by the day
Giga-giga-gilgamesh
What do you know?
Watch the human life show
OK
back, stay back, I'm in the Maybach
This ain't James Brown
But it's the big payback
Watch me zoom by, make it boom by
What up to all the ladies
Hanging
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
The mistress of the night has a heart of wealth
The cards are dealt
Swimming in a crystalpool of whiskey, is where you find yourself
Not by yourself,
allowed in your bedroom
You're sleeping alone in bed
But check your window (swag), he's at your window
The night light hits off, turnin' kisses
bedside
In the heat of the day fannin' him when he was hot
And he said just that mornin' that he had been at the window
And he'd overheard Miss Lucretia
Good head in a king sized bed
Is all I want
Good head in a king sized bed
Is all I want
Good head in a king sized bed
I've been laying in
I've been
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
I'm a king, I'm a king
I'm probably gon' die on the balcony
Rantoul stay the fuck up
I got Champaign in the back of me
Danville, this is our time
All
as I
Took my first glimpse
At my new digs: three buckets, one bed
One toilet that was surprisingly
Kind of clean (emphasis on kind of)
A rusty-ass sink
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