Lyrics:
I'm Buju Banton with the preacher's son
Who gave the orders
For them to go, alright
Who gave the orders
Martin was shut down, ah, alright
Who
This choice I made
Didn't work out the way I thought it would be
Now I'm hurting
I remember when I held you
By the hand preacher man read the scriptures
THE PREACHER'S FACE THAT GAVE HIM THE COURAGE TO SPEAK ""SIR, I HEARD YOUR ENCOURAGING WORDS...
BUT I DON'T SEE HOW GOD COULD LOVE ME
THE FAITHFUL YOUNG MAN WHO
remember when I held you
By the hand preacher man read the scriptures
Putting words in you mouth
Maybe what the preacher man said was not something that
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
Microphone check, yo, yeah
They won't call me a nigga
They won't call me a nigga
Listen to the preacher man, but are you talkin' to me?
I
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
pot
Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers hip hop
So you thinking you religious?
When you condemn another man
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
the Fireman/
Visions of the future's clear/ Reign Of Fire in his hand/
Crown Prince Rakaa/ Preacher's son with a higher plan/
Coconut and carrot chalice/ Looking
tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka
mercy on my soul, I'm 'bout ship a couple of bricks
Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher, quick
What we do to get this cake? Foul in
This song is called everybody rap the same cus ain't nodbody rapping bout the shit we need to be rappin bout man and that's black empowerment ya
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
these preachers of equality
Transcribed by Matias Alvarez
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
Summer night in Harlem man it's really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep
And I'm too cold to eat
I don't care if I die or not
Winter night in Harlem
If you step in our way you best keep steppin', son
'Cause we're (movin on up) just like the Jeffersons
Now you been rocked by the Infinite
I gots
Said I saw you
I Said I saw you walking by
I saw you walking
By with another nigga
That ain't me
Mmmh
See you
On the other side
Mmmh
Ay
I saw you
Preacher's son, I sing a hym the lights get dim, reflection of the end,
Is your face facing a coffin, oops, to abstract so you kill me with
Gaps, figments
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