Lyrics:
'fore the C.O. in the corner jump in
Frontin', late nights reminiscin'
Everybody's quiet, I think somethin's in the air
Prepare for the riot, it's
faith develops perseverance
John fourteen three
And if I go and prepare a place for you
I will come again
And receive you unto myself
That where I am
bruh
Ayy, ya'll at my show, when
I say these names, ya'll better scream for
Me i don't give a fuck if
You know the names or not
Google them they will
as in yesterdays world too
We all need something to lean on and for me, God's Word will do
Don't upset yourself by worrying tonight
Yes, 'cause Satan
Prepare to set off the cannons if you're not afraid to world war me
I do suppose I'm ready for the battle, put on your chainmail
I'm gonna get to fighting
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
head
As I prepare for life, to begin tonight (oh)
I feel the blood rush through my heart
As I prepare to fly, as we unite (oh)
We unite, we beat
'cause if you don't sit it down
Now, bust on Busta Rhymes, for nigga it's either or
But nigga I'm screaming war, choppers and K's
Fully loaded automatic,
you hater best sit, 'cause if you don't sit it down
Now, bust on Busta Rhymes, for nigga it's either or
But nigga I'm screaming war, choppers and K's
question
This child is destined for his blessings
But if you want some peace
You prepare for war with aggression
How could you sleep when all your niggas
Subconscious: Don’t get lost within your mind, prepare for what reality lies.
Guards: Wake, up! Stand, up! Go to your row now!
Wake, up! Stand, up! You belong
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
you did silence your critics in the North
By hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial
Three
They say it wasn't Lincoln, John
more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take your life for granted put that ass
more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take your life for granted put that ass
(Werner Werman) the cat and rat
Coming back for more!
(Werner Werman) haven't you learned by
Now? this is war!
Piston wire, priming wheels spin, driving
I ran into an old friend
On Highway 95
He was looking broken
And asked me for a ride
Told me bout his brother
The one who went to war
Said he lost
brothers, prepare to die
The War Of Ages
The morning star has fallen down
The War Of Ages
Feel the taste of heaven's steel
I can hear the holy war cry
In
the script
Analyze ya guys, spot the weakest one, bet
Launch into attack mode, snatch him by the neck
Y'all don't really want it, bitches shouldn't push me
I'm
My Morning Jacket X and Evil Urges
Beware and Be Grateful by Maps and Atlases
Menomena Friend and Foe
John Mayer Continuum and Trio
The Civil Wars
Roll call, where my soldiers at?
We in the thick of the battle right now it's time for us to gird up like the Word say's prepare for war!
Spiritual
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