Lyrics:
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
AGNES DEI Lyrics & Music by Michael W. Smith
WORTHY Lyrics & Music by Don Moen
From the recording: Offerings, Track #4.
Alleluia, Alleluia
For our
but he would if he can
Hop out marchin' with drums like we play in the band
I come straight out the mud, I ain't been in no sand
Twenty-hour flight,
niggas cross the head for them bows like it's crabs
We was really shootin dice before smashin the packs
I'm still counting money by the shoe by the stack
(Brent Bourgeois/Michael W.Smith)
Here I go,restless heart
Another lovely misadventure in the dark
All my friends who knew me when
Tell me not
Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took the plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
won't say it
They got the generation wealth by the head start
We got the generation steps by the land mark
Yall brought us cross we walk ahead so it's our
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
they didn't even matter
Well I can't get back lost time by climbing the ladder any faster
What am I even after
Escaping the current
A words smith with
still in it
When it comes, I'll be seeing what I manifested
I'm a verbal Smith & Wesson, use my vocals as a weapon
Radio been lit on fire, now I feel like
Nah
Take that shit back
Told you way to many times aye
1 2 3 4
Stay away fuck nigga aye
You cannot come in here no way
Great what you thought I was
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
again
No longer for the big type ball event
Big willies like Will Smith now call the kid (yo Rick, yo Rick)
So check the gift, everything comes
come to ya
West coast code taught to me by my brotha JVengeance, careful he'll walk up on ya
So I rap about the stuff I don't got
So the day I make it
fake, but suck your mum anyway, don't care if anyone comes for mum anyway
See me in the flesh, and I'll up my gun anyway (pause)
You just run your gums,
R Q W E that's the combo
Big body, different and y'all looking bitch made
Logan in battle, these claws be like switch blades
Check out how they
gon' come with a cause
Got my own bitch, I ain't fuckin' with broads
Ain't no way, I ain't crossin' my dogs
No Michael Vick, I ain't killin' my dogs
I
seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man"
Mason Betha, haha
Come up off that watch now, I mean right now
The only excuse
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
mind and body High
Now I feel like Michael Kelly
I stack my cards till its times
Why they always come at me
Oh, why they come for my life
I need that
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Copyrights : This was writen by Hugo Marquez & the intention of confirmation
Of full Copyright’s.
Chorus: Flourish amongst
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
enough Penny for your Thoughts , I'm funny like Michael
Myers was For certain, but when Its curtains
Then it's a cut, the American Version The predator
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