Lyrics:
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
music for fun
Half of this shits just advice to myself
I wanna know I can win by myself
Daily excuses they make me feel useless
I conquered new land and I
Night-Crawler Entertainment
Chapter one, verse one
Gospel of Razah
All my ladies
She was a virgin until she started sleepin' with servants
Now
Open Letter (Sidikiwe)
Words and Music by Langelihle Mbonambi, Ndumiso Manana and Langavi Hlungwani
2023©WWW Music (admin by Sheer Publishing)
a nigga down you gambling with ya life
Shit close ya eyes that black you see inside same shit like when you die
Feel like i try but i just done did too much
And makin' killin' look sweet
See a nigga like Mayze break the safety I hold the clip ?till infinite
To show your definite when I make you cry
Blood like I
2018 I got touched
By the hand of God, Swear they can't say Im out of touch
Do not need to get cut to be covered in blood
I tried to tell em but
body (Body)
And for the blood he let flow (Flow)
For the price that he paid (Paid)
Just to purchase my soul, I'm sold
When lights is dim and it's cold,
a day that will be
When my Jesus I shall see
When I look upon his face
The one who saved me by his grace
When He takes me by the hand and leads me
Medusa's curse I been hard when facin admeasurable odds
I clearly evolve like Bibby when Webber was Gone
The jewels keep me cool when the weather is warm
By the word it's do or die
Can't desert like pumpkin pie
Even though I know the world will love it when they see me cry
Wipe the tears off my eyes lift
Hallelujah
Preach the gospel in the streets, yeah that's how I reap
Preach it in the nation yeah I reap what I sow
I gotta tell the truth there's
got some words and I cannot let them die in me
This is arena status
Our bones end up in the ground, does it even matter?
Make some good music, get
even then you're silenced
Murdered in cold blood by the police
Another dead Black body in the streets
Put the guns down, I'm scared, I'm scared
If you
Music on the radio
For my song was silenced many years ago
I can see my grandma sittin' on
The front porch with a churn
Her face was brown and wrinkled
All things are made new when you submit to the King
I have a dream to see God pleased
So got an AR 15 with them laser beams
I got to be killing sin
we can stop pretendin' that I'm mental
Like all the shit we witnessed be happenin' coincidental
See back in '98 when I dropped the first Extinction
And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut
We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son
c'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper
And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut
We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son
c'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper
2018, I got touch
By the hand of God, so they can't say I'm out of touch
Do not need to get cut to be covered in blood
Try to tell him, but at first,
I found a new religion yesterday; I'd just cleared immigration; JFK.
A priest got in a cadillac; the shoe shine boy sang gospel,
As God and his
Medusa's curse I been hard when facin admeasurable odds
I clearly evolve like Bibby when Webber was Gone
The jewels keep me cool when the weather is warm
lyin' on the gurney
Thinkin' how I'ma die early
Never thought that I'd see thirty
Oh, the journey, had to fuckin' earn it
I go back in time when I was
I ain't your regular rapper who
Just be talking shit
Listen to it a lil' closer
Hear the gospel in it
How I maneuver through the
Studio is hallelujah
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