Yo, since I've been in this game, yo. A lot of funny shit that happened with these hoes, man. And this shit Im bout to tell you Mase. Is a true story, Puff know the bitch, uh, yo.
[mase]. Yo, this go out to radio stations. The disc jockeys, college radio. Independent market. And promotions street team. Anybody who put a sticker up.
Uh, uh. Get money all over again. Get money all over again. . Get money all over again. Get money all over again. '99, double up, uh, uh. . Yo, when you look in my eyes, what chu see?.
Uh, uh. It was the middle of June, me and my grandmama. Had some free time, flew to Panama. I was playin' the bar, sippin' a Margarita. When this chick from Argentina, her name Armenita.
Hallelujah, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. . Another level, another harvest. Another day for You to manifest Your promises. Another moment, another season. For a breakthrough, breakthrough.
Come bless the Lord, come bless the Lord. Draw near to worship, Christ the Lord. And bless His name, His holy name. Declaring He is good. . Come bless the Lord, come bless the Lord.
Though Im walking through this valley. Lord, the truth is. I know Youre walking through this, too. . So I press on, fearing nothing. Keep my mind on one thing.
Im reachin up, Im tryin to undo. This distance Ive made and Im not givin up. In spite of sin intrinsic in my soul. . I need You, I know. Lord, Im learning what it means to let go.
Lord of all that lives and breathes. Creator of all glorious things. You never cease to manifest Your grace. . Friend of every sinful man. And Savior to this fallen land.
Verse I. I'm sure he must have been surprised. At where this road had taken him. Cause never in a million lives. Would he have dreamed of Bethlehem. .
I can't believe this man. Maybe I should ask her. . I already know, I smell the sent in the carpet. I already know, when we walked threw the door. Should have known, should have known.
Astonishing how I flip a mic and start bombin shit. Varnishing paint on the wall with knowledge and. Wisdom one two dip'em in the holy water. Rip it in the holy war.
Get me out, (out) get me out (out). . Preacher, Preacher what you got for me save my soul. See beneath, and clip my wings I'm not an angel. I try and try to be good, I've lied with pride I'm a crook.
400 years over slept,. Searching for the times, so I turn to the ref. And he seems to think there's only two years left. Wait 2013; catch a new year's breath (good morning).
Shan VdP: Open up the lion's jaw, Pandora's frying pan/ riding on leviathans fins with a nine and in nine minutes time will align with the iron hands/ Stand-up, defying all cancerous lies/ Can't stand over tides which crash in pits with fish/ Witch-crafted this quick list of which batch of bitch cats should be castrated/ locked off already/ sharp off the top, walk with mohawk machetes/ fan-blade their lips, cause their talk's often petty/ can't break for shit but I can still rock and steady shock/ Stop the whole jam/ Walk unknown lands/ Fuck the future in its mouth you talk and hold hands/ Rabbit-hole cannibals that feast with Sunclef/ We reap the nightfall and bleach the sunsets/ Etched...on the flesh of the saints, Is what's left...on the S from strange..
No doubt. Mad Skillz for the nine five shot son. Yeah, forever people wreckin' shit. . Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the mic freaker. The cordless technician I'll break beat seeker.
América, América : crime de guerre. Tel3eb behad le monde. Ki ch'ghoul foug tabla ta3 poker. América, América : Pentagone. peace and love b les missiles w les bombes.
INTRO: (MR CHEEKS). BACK AS A BOY I LONGED TO BE. THAT NIGGA SMITTIES LOVED TO SEE. AND HAD THEM ALL CONSIDER ME...A LADIES MAN. I DREAMED OF MC WIT THE LIGHT.