Lyrics:
Christ did
Same Bible that brought me this peace
Be the same Bible that I fight with
New man need a new ID
Put Child of God on my license
I step in
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
count
Dog, you don't want us running home.
You don't want it Holmes. If you a 'G'
You as silent as the one in front of Gnome
And you can love me
am a Monster
If you claim you a God
Then let me see you turn them beats into water
Then from water to wine
At least so I can try to have a good time
Only trust me and myself
And in that heavy metal Devil that would
Send me straight to Hell wit' it
Thought it was no helping it
Selfishness was celibate
when you're young and you're blessed
When they're saying no but my God's saying yes
They stabbed me in my back and put a gun to my chest
But I drink
punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Bi- gave me
lamb
Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God, 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talkin' me off a ledge, man
that I ain't seen in years
What you running from when you you're your only fear?
Guess my time is here now
All I see is black crowns
King me 'cause
gotta taxi search for a limo again
Whatever
You're so ghetto
your family car says hard as hell in silver on the side
[Kardinal]
Check, yo
You know you
to buy your single, nigga hell no!
If you dubbin' this right now 'stead of buyin' my album
You're
CHORUS [Kardinal Offishall] (Circle crew)
(You're
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
of God
From the eyes of the Maker
Of heaven and earth
Tell me who
They're still looking for a Lamb
And He's coming back a Lion
In flame and fire
I wonder
the crick like I'm mobbing in the deep south
I can be a prick when I spit, knowing damn well
They all gonna hate me anyway, tell me go to hell
H
haters busy trying to
Send me home early
But you can't New Orlean Saint me
I ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God
I ain't a angel neither but I try hard
Man says" "God is dead". but even still man dies
Jesus Christ still lives so evidently man lies!
Tell me who's da man with the world in His hand?
Is
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
this body
That is subject to death
Subject to death
But by the grace of God
I am what I am
And His grace
Which was bestowed upon me
Was not in vain
For
not be stung
Jesus, son of man, even God forsook thee
Offer can't refuse: come and follow Me
Make a secret pact, brothers be in arms
Fighting side by
and found God and
Came out as a black Mormon
This motherfucker reminds me of Dragonball
Cause as soon as he got in
A cell he started transformin'
He don't
overcome
I'm a new man, where you know me from
If you preaching law, man that's really dumb
By His finished work, man we really won
Like woo
This is real,
a license right from a mistaken case left without a trace from a broken vase where I space it out.
You got me in my feels how you reel me out.
Glock on my
Try it den You Sleep (Gone)
(Bow)
Get ah Freaky B***h Ta set Ya up
Den I Creep (in dere)
40 Sprayin wit no Mask
You know dat its me (B***h)
Catch em
as men
I wouldn't let me go
I mean, not unless they want a lion loose in the streets
My blade'll cut ya your face'll rupture before I touch ya
Disrespect
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