Lyrics:
and heartache, all the graves and broken bones
For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen
A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land
The crimson
homie, what are you?
Choking out the flesh, to bear spiritual fruit (get busy y'all)
We them followers of Christ, homie, what are you?
Get active,
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
Reminding his mind that the path he's on will always be a lonely one
The more spiritual grows the more it takes a toll on the physical realm
It's nice to know
All praise to the Most High YAHAWAH BAHASHAM HAMASHIACH YAHAWASHI
Shalawam, Shalawam Kan Let's go!
You've been lie to by your pastor
Their sole
like he's fucking Moses
Yea I don't see no friends around me but that's okay I do not mind
I don't like most of y'all anyway, y'all are so filthy you
the power of the Holy Ghost
Eh eh
By the power of the Holy Ghost
Uh
He who has begun a good work
Inside of me shall perform it
Eh eh
By the power of the Holy
it makes the hustle nice
Blood money filled up the pipes by snake types
Look at the President he shape-shifting man
Look at the Prime Minister he
minutes
Every five hours sheesh!
There's Herb he gave me some advice
On how to do this time shit like
Make sure to stick to myself
And to create a daily
of anything evil committed by him
The wife of the governor said, Now the truth is clear to all
It was I who sought to seduce him, and he is surely
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
voices high
As we praise em over all He's done
We cannot hide God
The love is on time
Always right there on our side
In every battle sure to show in life
me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
our joy, our loved ones… It's time to go get em!
Y'all ready? Let's do this!
Excuse me, may I have your attention please
I got a story to tell about
James Taylor
He's probably the closest
Thing to a writer's perfect
Exemplification of the
Unconscious all the songs are
Like movies all you
Need to do is
Never Playin
Get backs what I'm sayin
I got more to get, no time to chill
So please stop all that hatin
There's no debating
Peace what I'm desplayin
A spiritual treason, so they wouldn't be
Taken, Liam Neeson
By false teaching, each and every time
That he'd speak, he'd be preaching Jesus, he
Taught em
to the man
He'll do everything he can
Don't go to mass, you'll go to hell
We'll all be there, it'll be swell
Telling you the way
So you don't perish
You
father lives
All that he gives starts here
He wants us to draw near, so there is nothing to fear when we have the God of all creation
Offering salvation
a box
All this time professing to be spiritual
Naturally pretending, that I'm actually defending
God (?) don't need material
Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart
the heavens but nobody missed him
All that knowledge and wisdom
But he didn't share it so there's no one to protect him
Yeah there's power in numbers
But
the spirit, there's spiritual tension
Maintaining my focus, I stay on my mission
Adding to heaven like we do addition
On the same team, we don't do competition
invincible
Hit you critical and turn you spiritual)
Yeah
These hoes wanna fuck with me for benefits
I see your life then I'm ending it (yeah)
Turn you
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