late The time is gone Have to be afraid The day is done and all you need is to Pray your God God likes your style Pray your God God likes your style
up the dance floor When we come to the jam No glissening gimmicks Break it off on your right See my style has no limits Handle bi like a true blue jungle
, look Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God God
the gift, it's your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way fuck 'em like the earth say From first day I survey the hassle Death knockin' at your door
is secondary You need positivity like you need respect in jail Because without balance you'll be making negative record sales Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, like
sacrifice my life for yours if you trust me Pin my medals upon my chest So I could left-right-left in a certain death God's speed and God bless In the
, mind like bionic Gets ya body up just like a roots tonic It's ironic, negative broke to north I hit the crowd up and scorch off like Malatroph Stadiums
s they got torn by the 'cause long as Jimmy cracks corn bores Hamhand gets no support By the God Squad, God body, for short call me God born Headnod to this like
these joints so that these sound loud Some kids be actin' stank like a baby pant It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped Yo, use your body maker and use your
click Or Uzi's be poppin' at my body like thunder I'm dead like a doorknob, six feet under That's the consequences, rich man in business I'll blow up your
into the ground they can't show you where God is Because they haven't found! First - put down your Bible and release your sins The Bible is dead, God
nigga like myself your lyrics fail Laverne's gear shows your record so unless the hoe's butt naked You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your
"what is your style and what is your clan? " "the soldier, and uses military style." "oh? so there may be a war." [killa
're bad So how hard is it? I wanna know, how hard do you want it? One, two, three, four, hardcore, hardcore Watch yourself for your health, I'll snatch your
it on a higher - level You sold your soul and you got hired by a - devil To reek havoc in the ghetto, y'all go head on Keep runnin with God like a
back, cracking gunner sound, heart starts To stutter when the bass pounds butter like this Rumbling CD crispy, no hiss Rush you like Russell, make you flip like Knipsie Wilson negative
your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way Fuck 'em like the earth say From first day I surveyed the hassle Death knockin' at your door In the big
