Lyrics:
Here Am I
Inspired by Isaiah 6
Words and Music by Candace Sutter
I have heard a message from the Lord
Asking me a servant of His Word
To awake from
few years
Still, I wouldn't change shit
That's the reason I'm here
Had to battle my thoughts
Had to fight my fears
No, I wouldn't change shit
That's
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Are the first and the only ones here
Wait what? Umm, we have classmates here that have traveled
By themselves to show their support
Now I don't know
as Big L
Turning this albums' flow over, by just one single
You might know already my name is risky
Приехал из Сибири, from Russia, путь не близкий
Far
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em, dawg
'Cause I know I ain't dreamin'
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
House nigga's snitchin', that's what got 'em killed
Nigga thought he made it 'cause he got a deal
First album poured been outta here
Not quite dude,
bitches in cages
Paid in full european shit fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year
But the L still here
glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap
here
I wanna tell the world they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My people are
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
to ruin this ting
All my people worldwide hold your head high
By any means necessary, we will get by
London city's busy that's why all the money's here
'Cause I did the album with Crypt, not you
They ain't realize everything that I knew
I'm known by many, but respected by few
And I know nobody has handed
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
But the devil he can talk real loud (Yeah)
And my on decision I'm not proud (No)
But by the grace of God I'm here right now
Healthy and getting
of bein' honest
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lyin' here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all
Too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
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