Lyrics:
getting free electricity like Eddie
Brother, sister, mother, father, son and daughter
Declarable, hence forth, we are family affair able
Been by
quarter back
The culture being led by the white
And the quarter sack
Black churches crying for they leaders
But they falling back
The thief in the night
were just practicing this song)
(And again in my spirit I just sensed that if you are suffering)
(Cancer, if you've been given a death sentence by
loves Gottis, America loves bodies
Pacino counting C-Notes for shooting up club lobbies
While Eddie Nash controls bankrolls in Wonderland
Tony Soprano
shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma
Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
What's left to see, is
and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
'Cause I'm sittin' on five, unreleased albums
Greatest of all time, no
We've got mounds of sounds so buy them by the pounds or ounces
Countless are the pistons in this underweight V-8
With a force like a tornado we
by saying the Holocaust is simply the greatest atrocity on film
Ours was not filmed
(Get up, stand up) No apology, equality
(Stand up for your
ancestors was raped by somebody white
(I'm black)
So I like to sing dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
(I'm black)
Sort
By 25 everybody locked or died
To busy playing around never looking ahead
Every funeral, cats get upset and cry
Turn their heads towards the sky trying
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
groaning for you - Romans 8:26
my spirit yearning for you - James 4:5
your so Holy your true
your faithful to me x2
Bridge
There is Power in His Blood
complex
Holy City, Black, local in a global context
I'm the history and the prophecy
I'm benevolent
I am heirs' property swallowed
Up by development
I am
bad meal got me off course
You know intercourse with a corpse, a zombie
Shut up voices
"No sis bad, no she's gorgeous", hhh
"James you'll love it.
distant from fame
You insist that I came, ignorance blitzing to flames James
Dope must be in hell, catching hell like NFL
I tried to see eye to eye, but I
that nigga not my homie (No)
Back on dead by daylight man I kept on using Oni (Oni Oni)
Come and get your girl cause she running all up on me
She all up
with God
Unless you one with God
Holy bible right beside me that’s the word of God, you feel me
Unless you one with God
If you mess with me then you
like Sophie P, cause I want nothin' bundt them cakes
And holy father, way she drips so pure it feel like holy water
And I stay strapped, always keep my
the Bro's
Furious Styles, I'm Furious Now
Delirious, I'm serious, Eddie Murphy, not with a smile
Shouts out to the westside Toronto on the westside, hop Off
fuck with his kind
Who that nigga flying by
Just like Cena
They can't see him
Big ass nigga in a beater
Better join them you can't beat them
Why they
meant a lot
The golden child prophecy it- now it end in art
I get that eddie murphy money playing every part
Youre into breaking even?
I just defied
like a check
I just wanna
Spanish chick dipped in aqua
Make them thirsty bitches drink the faucet
I be under covers Eddie Griph
Make a bad bitch do
Damn man that boy phony
Phoning home when by his lonely
And my cronies deleterious
Man you must be delirious
But you ain't Eddie Murphy
I'ma serve you
the best schemes
And moves, these sixteens, no Jeffrey Epstein
Don't start rumors, just dark humor, y'all niggas funny
Must forgot, Queens Get the Money
Holy
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