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and people call me Joe Pera
Pray to a god It's Jesus, Hera
Aphrodite, high and mighty
Wanna get rid of me?, now come and fight me

Try and hit me first, while

You drive me
So crazy
Like something outta movie
Scorsese
You got me
Where you want me
You, me and the music
Gahdamn that sounds lovely
You drive me

can watch a movie shit, we can just sit and chill
Got a playlist that'll make you oh so anxious
Lips on lips, heart is racing
Body to body, you and me

swear to Jésus your booty's insane
And it's got the same logic as Cain, doable
And if it's mutual you should
Know I'm ready to slay
This might sound

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

they await his coming.
Sweet Jesus have mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, they share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, they share his misery.
Fuck his loaded deity.

system is a sound system"
But we ah take it to the next level you know, and say
"The only good sound system is a biblically sound system"
Ya hear me

your, grace

Lord, I've
Been broken
Although I'm
Not worthy
You fix me
And now I'm blinded
By your grace
You came and saved me

Lord I've
Been broken

figure out how to please Him
and if He's dead we'll go ahead like we don't need Him
It sounds strange but tell me who do you believe in
See, since we got

helair?
Doing well but my nigga's momma on welfare
Ridin' round the town and you know
I'm safe and sound cause
For me being in the hood
Is safer than

my cousin back
And I know they miss me, they want that quan back
I go acapella in this bitch, where the sounds at?
(Quan on da Track)

And you could make it the movie
You’ve got to make me believe
So I can believe in you
You can make me believe
And you when you’ve got to go
All I have

Ballin, flexing and I hit it from the back now
Shorty mad but she lovin how the tracks sound
Hear the sound, she gon make it bounce then she
Spend

Get me started I won't lack
Build me up, I break it down
Now they lovin' how I sound
Honey drip, finna drown
Hold on lemme fix my crown
Uh huh
Clap,

Bring em back to life like Jesus Christ, the Rolling Stones in me

Rockstar nigga, smoking weed

Burning Bush, I’m what you need

The heat around yo

Back on the Scene

Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse

2011

Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track
We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Til we,
Back on the scene, crispy and clean
Fix me some whiskey and lean

Which brings us to ass
I use a lot of foley sounds, my favorite source being the A Sound Effect site
Here one can be treated to the tools of the movie

people
But it's our hearts that are sick and evil
Churches praising science as if Jesus can only save you through a needle
But tell me how you fix it,

let's get groovy
Praising my Jesus let's get groovy yeah

Woke up he told me I gotta go get it
My vision prophetic I said it I did it
Woke up he told me I

Test It

Cross Movement

Heaven's Mentality

1998

sounds strange but tell me who do you believe in
See, since we got our pardon from the Garden of Eden
and pulled a treason
there's been some confusion

the streets
Godwa we die for a dream
Yeah we lit
Got me a vans and i don't need a gucci
People are dying it's looking like a movie
Got me the music i just need

man sound better
Than me with my style"
I had to mimic how your style sound
To prove I can shit on you with any style
I'm moving my bows now
I'm

piano, I think the Steinway
Jnr. piggy-backed on the reference track that FRIDAY wrote
I met FRIDAY when he recognised me at uni
If there's anyone that I

back on track

I was chiefing every day and evening till he gave me freedom
I was beefing with my flesh and tweaking till one day I seen em
Had to meet

pictures pinned up on wall
Jesus I'm so in my head  
My lyrics are true
Gut is instinctive but how come the voices inside of my head sound like juvenile