Lyrics:
touched by your presence dear
When we play at cards you use an extra sense (it's really not cheating)
You can read my hand, I've got no defence
When you
touched by your presence, dear
When we play at cards you use an extra sense
(it's really not cheating)
You can read my hand, I've got no defense
When
Tell me your will
And it shall be done
Because you need a disciple
And I am one
And I believe
Because I do
Before I learned a thing
I knew
right now
To come by here
Say fill this room
Fill this room
With your presence
Glory fall
Glory fall reign on us
Let the power of the name of
The name
ARTILLERY CREST FALLEN BY FURY
VICTIM TATTOOED BY BOMB
DISCIPLES REDUCED TO DUST
VICTIM TATTOOED BY BOMB
MASSIVE TENSION TILL THE BONE
ASSASSINS BEYOND
It's all for You Jesus
It's all to the King of Kings
My life is an altar
I trust You entirely
It's all by Your spirit
Your presence is here and now
haven't hit the high note
Follow the leader cause y'all are disciples
Bad bad
Vroom
Broom
Bad bad
Vroom
Broom
Since the age of eleven i been on probation
gone by
Skeletal throne reign here to stay
No one to hear my cry
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven
not hear their cries to be set free
Gross consumption, a lifestyle crafted by the bourgeoise
Your indulgence in life, a life of abundance
"Higher level
the madness turning into laughter, man I'm the master
I walk the path with disciples
I came to bless all my rivals
I sell my craft like I'm Michael's
Ensure
the dark I'm a disciple
We get them dancing to the bullets of the rifle
Okay here come a nigga ain't no st
You got some money now they trynna get beside me
life
Is not de title not de bible
That yuh holdin' in yuh hand
But what is in yuh heart
You cyar really fool people
Jus by going to de steeple ahhh
been crushed and that pride had me messed up, yeah
But because of Christ's blood, he pulled me out the mud
He taught me how to love, transformed by his
Je réalise, que les wicked men me méprisent
Veulent me stopper mais je ne lâche jamais prise
Jamais crevé mon frère je suis la hantise
Des disciples
pork
clhamdullilah
They Say the streets was dead
Gave em CPR
Fuck a drive by I'm hopping out the car
He can try to run 3x
Bet he won't get far
He
rage
Here we defy you
Breaking the cycle the ancient disciples of
Hatred, dividing
Clouding the glass with the aim
That through the flames the cycle
bearing fruit
Keep disciples in my circle, that's how we stay in the loop
Irregardless of the bad, imma share the good news
Good dudes, still might flip
one of Jesus' disciples
For a moment, accomplished the impossible
Peter, with the other disciples, was in a boat on the Sea of Galilee
When Jesus came
"Our Father", he cries to his God
"Set me free"
Once we may ask for forgiveness
Someday we could see paradise
His words echo to his disciples
Yet
Looking out on a buzzing city
Molecules go flying by
Standing here is a very lost disciple
How could it be that angels lie
They lie
Speaking
to go off like a shot
I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot
I’m a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box
And all the tribal
me stolas
Some call me Peter some Simon
I'm that disciple following Jesus
The streets they call me dybala
Take a finesse shot to the corner
I hit it
Sending a smile to the stomach returns it to its favorable vibration, a healing vibration. By doing so, you recover flexibility and a full presence in
you hang by your neck Like a grape Vine
Hou vas on that minute cause i Dont have Time
Ima role up if you did Something wrong to Me
My presence you will
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