Lyrics:
religion
I'm gonna free myself from your aggression
I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
Our Father of Corporate Greed (this is the day of reckoning)
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
need to apologize to James Todd Smith
I make money, you just make dimes sick
I get face from women you wish you could FaceTime with
My dogs canines, it
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
a quaver in A major
The people say what they need is a saviour
So take a fruit from the Asymme-tree
Thelonious planted in his day as a seed
The "bop" plant
from
Think about her feelings and help put the fuse out
Before you fucking burn her
Everything in this story is so riveting
Packed with dying from fires,
to help one another
The pimp got tricks
That he learned from the other
Go by the color you'll discover
Damn everybody ain't no brother
Just when
No doubt about it
Young Hickory
James Polk from Tennessee
Came close to dying at the age of 17
But thanks to the surgeon he come out clean
He went
got a call from Mama
Auntie passed, it's raining
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying
Raw papers blazing
Humbly patient this what I live by
the hours
I'll get you fuckers buzzing 'bout my shit like it's flowers
Jame5 on the beat, call me blazing inferno
I started from the bottom, now watch me
the bando
On Third and James by the fountain where they panhandle
Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals, those were my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your
safe
Going state to state
James get em in by the truck load
I ain't lettin shit slide
I'm at a nigga spine
If a nigga play with
Mine then I'm slangin
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
Ya I been through so much damn suffering
This type of wound that I got needs special love not no medicine
James James James James James James James
a chair
If you feeling this shit put your hand up in the air
I say times getting hard when you coming from that struggle
I say times getting hard when you
, I shed so much tears
Told my little brother, yeah, this is my year
I ain't gon' fall, bitch, I stay on my toes
See, back in the day, yeah, they didn't
from the same cloth
But I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints
Manic states, Steven Paddock with automatic
the drivers side
Two days ago nephew got questioned by the homicide
They looking for him and his older brother on his momma's side
You know the one who talk
lips
Removed a rose from my pocket
Made my way to the door
Before I froze and locked it
And there down in St james at half past nine
I made love to my
With hopes of one day owning a yacht, drop an O on the block
Get low from the cops, y'all know I been hot
Since 1st Street, over twenty deep in
the worst
PG the greatest
Where I'm from
All these n*ggas being raised
By they momma
Can't read a book
But they all toatin' Llamas
On the block all day
even
Happy for james cause real bitches hard to come by
This nigga found one, I told him he was lucky an clown something
Rollin up duckies while
you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
You smashed in the face by the bass of Cool J
I'm
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
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