Lyrics:
unto us a child born
My Savior and Father
Almighty My protector
Satan tryna trap me
Convince me with money
Or beautiful hunnies
Don't need it, Got
my Father
One day I'm gonna
I'm gonna prosper
I'ma work my magic
Harry Potter
Then I'ma tell My idols
It was an Honor
I was a Crazy piece of shit
Now
magic
She wanna carry this dick
Like a caddy
God is her father
And I'm just her daddy
She use a soap
That make her smell like candy
They call her baddy
I
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen
Dear Lord, give me the strength to record this song
Life moves quick, though - let
Son of a man
Son of a son know the family tree and
Apologies if you could hear a man and woman beefing
Her nature safe
Father time he just keep
likes to suck
She don come, come come my place oh
U need am
Baby you need am
Ordinary things, do magic
U need am
U need am
Baby you need am
You only live
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had
the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are
not the only author
Talking to this girl, feeling like her only father
Running shit like fugitives
Take my hammer to these MC's 'cause I'm too legit
bullets big enough
To murder a giant
I’ll aim right at my idol
If I don’t get a fight at the title
Rewriting the stories
Right out the Bible
Dear father
a dead lift
Talkin to the father for a day shift
Talkin bout my work doe
As if the heavens missed the irony
See the root im judged by those designing me
Once upon a time in a forlorn land,
A man on a mission was left at fates hand
In his eyes you could see the whites turn red
Surrounded by evil,
she raised a lil' pussy ass bitch
Tell your father, he fucked a lil' ugly ass bitch
Like, goddamn, like goddamn, like goddamn, like goddamn
I'ma smoke
diver?, socializer, I've been rockin'
these motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner,
and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
Wire! Hustle! Flower!
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
Blood and magic dripping from me
the blacks
Just another ep
Mic detonating your rep
Walk a mile in my shoes
I ain't losing a step
Mesmerized by the sentence hypnotized to listen
Eating sold
Yo, it's be still, be still
Dust on, bustin' on you weak MCs One by one until the clip's empty
MV, touche, big blue, new day
Friday day, Friday day,
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his father beats
mo' than one
And it was fun 'till reality formed screaming
>From a palace where the weather's warm
Yo you have to be the father and the lord
pack of Zig-Zag's and this bag
Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this-on this Earth
And since birth I've been
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
flow
You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your whole crew, I told you I wreck those too
Make you vocal, I'm
Because I need you, and I need to
Let you know, we can't do it alone
There's something magic,
When we get together
And chant our passion
In spontaneous
they pull that magic on you
Now ya see me, now ya don't ya
Super-cali-fragil-istic-expialidotious
Say your name when you roll out
Kiss your face in
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