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to reach the local YMCA, where he was receiving fahjahly advice from Father Bill in the midst of an uncomfortably religious bout of racquetball.
The man in
If that nigga a merch then I made a statement then I guarantee he was talkin bout fashion
Naw I ain’t down with OPP I’m naughty by nature this shit
movies, you can call me Brad pitt
But i'm back wit it
my nigga oj free and he did it
Me and bishop higher than the old twin towers
Smokin on that
away
My lil cousin' ball, he wanna go to NBA
My Mom said "Go to school son, & get an MBA"
Instead im locked in with the connect like MMA
I was born
of the middle..contemplate..
Seven golden candlesticks..gat a pure golden frame..
Walking in the midst of them..walking he's not lame..
Nails up on his feet..all the people
touched to be
Recognized by the Foundation
But I've come here tonight
To express another dimension
Of gratitude i think I can do it in
Three or four minutes
Jackson sits there on the square
The one that bears his name
And every day you pass him by
He's begging for your change
He could have been a dancer
and praises fair;
Less safe by far is the wisdom found, That is hid in another's heart.
Happy the man who has while he lives, Wisdom and praise as well,
For
or clear days you'll find
And so you wait to see what he'll do
Is it sun or rain for you
But it breaks your heart in two
'Cause you've been fooled by
that he had won the day
A messenger came, blood on his feet and a wound in his chest,
"The Christians are coming!"
He said, "I have seen their
that he had won the day;
A messenger came, blood on his feet and a wound in his chest,
"The Christians are coming!" he said, "I have seen their cross
unlike a local bishop's collar out the gate
He says that's why he's late
A real gentleman
I've been the full way round
Crucified the city in
all waiting on you...
Especially you
The candles were lit with care by acolytes
Those are the kids that wear the robes and
The older folks in the black
All of my niggas gon’ get up (Trapped in the ghetto)
Follow the Bishop (Yeah)
Niggas will fall in the middle (Yeah)
Tryna get this (Yeah)
Straight up,
surrounded by the cameras
Feds all around us every
Time we try and gather up
I know they heard what I'm sayin'
I ain't a stammerer
I'm a pro in this rap game
For every thing you do
You do for
Me eh eh ehhhh
For God is the king
From the old working salvation
In the midst of the earth
For by grace you have
Tell his reverence your story
Let us see if he's impressed
You were lodging there last night
You were the honest Bishop's guest
And then, out
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggas on the swarm again
Pirahna niggas bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist
from L.A. and I be keepin' dish detergent
He be all up in the midst and tell the truth, I heard he workin
Cant even cash out on a bow, but always talkin'
of a nobleman
were doomed to shameful sin
till our good Bishop ransomed them
by throwing purses in.
The gates were barred, the black flag flew
three men knelt by
I'm surrounded and I'm covered in your grace
When in the darkness I fear
Your light draws near
In the midst of war you stand in front of me
And you
to get off pen' time (pen' time)
Free my nigga Ripper, Rollin' 60s, he on Crip time (Crip time)
Mojo almost home, Five Deuce Bishop, my dog Big Slime
breakthroughs
In the midst of great impossibilities
I receive recognition, prominence and honor
Petitions are granted to me even by ungodly authorities
And so you wait to see what he'll do
Is it sun or snow for you?
But it breaks your heart in two
'Cause you've been fooled by April
And he's gone, and he's
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