Lyrics:
the good news
Messiah has saved overcome the grave
We're bolden empowered no longer enslaved
With a heavy heart I'm surrounded by darkness
Mocked belittled
When I die I want everybody to go for a drink
And leave cos it's pricey and the music is s**t
King Antisocial not born for the nightlife
I'm slippers
these good girls just going out sad
A thot by any other name is still a fucking freak
You saving it for marriage
Ooh thats real sweet
Im elite
Primetime
HALLELUYAH!
This that gospel
Jesus died for you and me (He did)
This that good news
Jesus nailed to the tree (Three nails)
This that gospel
He rose
this girl be playing head games
I was off to a good start like a young King James
It started out when I unintentionally bumped into your friend
But she
Bitch can't say she love you, but she lyin that's just what they do
Just because you good for her don't mean that she is good for you
Say she love
a blessing, but really he's a curse
It hurts her heart, because she saw him as a treasure
Little did she know, to him, she was his guilty pleasure
Good girls
the pleasures and pain living in fame
Show him the bloody walls and floors still stained
And his wife wrote that's signed by his name
And next i'd visit Malcolm X
you bow down to the king
Brand Nubian style is how we do our thing
So if you feel good, real good
Scream it out loud if you black and you proud
throw me
I guess these muthafuckas don't know me
O.G. rock called a yay slanger
VA's finest
Underground muthafuckin' king call me "Your Highness"
I tear
to the King
Cheers to the ceiling
Feeling good we gon' make it to the finish (sweet victory)
You hear me
Holla if you feel me
Yeah we still runnin' even though
shout out all the sides, the northside,
the westside, the eastside, southside you know
good fellow
Grand, King's Highway, Natural Bridge
All
This better be a right love
Can't be a fly by night love
That kind of love only last temporary
You gotta have a girl who needs you
Looking good
Luther King Jr
Election is participating
In a Politics of hope
And not cynicism spreading
Destiny made by us is the scope
Barack Obama
All men stand
know they're just tryna remove my weight
Since they can't spar with me
Their entourage don't stand a chance
To the bars given by God
And I'm never
Young player nigga you can sell by my aura
Fresh than a bitch stay dripping in Dior
Then I got bored so a plane I aboard
In a king size bed I was
I'll make the Beretta ring if any comin' up at a king
Alluding to leveling a leader livin' a better dream
Kinda like the brother on the side of Coretta
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens and she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain
Once I had, a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know
one
The constant scrapegoat, she was easily undone
By the jealousy of others around her
For her parasite sister, I had no respect
Bound by her boredom,
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers finally is
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