Lyrics:
stashed by some chambers
Barracuda grip, big stones is in my banger
El Chapo, guns more rockier than mountain
Stopped the James Bond van and piss in
Your body is a mess, but you're blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin' for survival
The devil
is a mess, but you're blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin' for survival
The devil
an' the Holy Ghost
But my whole neighborhood is comatose
Lookin' for survival
The Devil made you a slave an' he gave you a Bible
400 years
They strain to slang sling I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by King James
Go to practice with tactics when
intention, holy one
Did you pray that it could be?
Amazed by your invention
It’s almost like you wanted them to see
So let me use my poor memory
To reconstruct
but pickle us for a deal/dill
On the real I'm black and I'm proud like James brown on James Bond swagger
The chosen ones haters step to the rear listen
the garden, man I feel like I'm Carmelo
Minus it by 10, sip a 40 of Modelo
Stepback, James Harden
Stepback, James Harden
50 in the garden
50 in the garden
These guys are slowly
Getting to know that these rhymes are holy
Show me one that isn't below me
Or even a part of my category
This is just the start
preach Yeshua, He showed me His grace
Don't re-up on drugs, I re-up in James.
First I meditate, then I'm flipping the page
Just tryna go and pray to Yahweh
Where we at?
Boldy James, real name James Clay Jones III (Mr. Jackson)
Was involved in a two-car accident (227)
That happened in the Detroit
fuck with love I'm on my ground
And I'm God of bar
Eddie like a Kimbra tune, I fall like September soon, and by soon I mean later
I'm not worried nuff
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
to Jesus Peter Paul John n James
Praise the Holy King
Wasn't cooking, but it's hot now
Lock-down poetry pop-out
It's handouts n mad clout
Souly stand out
time and existence.
The story I am about to tell you, is about two troubadours, who love Persia and have gone on a journey in search of the Jâme
Jerusalem
(James Raymond)
[Intro. (Electric Guitar + Harmonica)]
I came back to Jerusalem
Just to see if the light had changed
But it all seems
psalm of me
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
little by little, one by one
the thorns become the real crown
I can rectify mistakes
And my wrong doings
Attempts on minimizing my sins
Before my story ends
I ain't no Eddie Murphy
Tryin' to sound as a holy
the payback like James Brown
That shit was hella mainy nigga how it came down
People losing lives in a blink of eyes
Drinking Hennessy straight many sleepless
a sip of this holy water
If you about that good vibe report to the altar
This for all my brothers, sisters, sons, daughters
I’m here to help you get
judge for having questions or certain thoughts like
Praying hands emojis don't make you holy
Why we refer to king James
The slave owner
To find peace
you could get your head popped even by the cops
Used to ride shotgun, shotgun already cocked
Now I keep my king james ready for when I see da ops
No
tren
Like Igualada block James
Don't take too long drop the blunt
Hace cuanto tiempo you're so wrong
Look at the sky mira quien llego
Holy spirit,
prophecy
Prayerful powerful like-magneto! The black James Bond on Bond Street Probeto! Holy Ghost fire dressed in righteous attire Praise the king no choir I
Discuss these holy by eddie james Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In