conquered the grave And in Your rising, we will rise To carry Your name Above every name [Chorus 2:] I will carry Your name Carry Your name Jesus, Your name
'bout a thing, you won't get snuffed We pull a one-on-one and you get bumrushed See, I live on the street, never carry a nine Hit your heart and leave
lethal aftertaste I Swallow a name from hell and I Wallow in the mud...(Sweet angel!!) Wallow in the mud Your evil outweighs all your passion and a shouting
you name A path of daggers But where to step A hallway of illusions Of what was Duty heavy as a mountain The battle draws near Your shoulders carry
Didn't give a FUCK if your face was black He'll blow out your back, and say you sold crack He'll see you in your car and don't like your look He got beef
Emotion manifests Thought, Thought manifests Words Actions and Reality But what is attracting me? If you question me, you will be detained indefinitely Your name
and those who listen to it don't owe me nothin' I don't want nothin' from you, not even your judgement I ride on a flatbed chariot, four Ostriches carry
, I'm not so blind Beef I don't sweat it, sleep I don't get it I remember your face it's just your name I forget it These days they melt together as one
are like death blows Strikin rappers pressure points, one at a time I'm stealin your light; technically you runnin your shine (you runnin your shine)
you wasn't aware of me If my name and number's in her phone appearintly it would stay there violenterorly Get it out your system (I kinda see your
the best very high on my list Not just in the ring but outta the ring you're dearly missed But your name lives on we carry on your legacy Cuz the passion
, we cut the coke and cook the shake over You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night Or find your picture of your autoposy up
A wonder (a wonder) like this [Xavier Naidoo] There aren't days where I can, stop talking about you There aren't days I can't stop, saying your name
me with a passion, I tap that ass Be quick to blast, the game just ain't the same no more You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll Fuckin'
me with a passion, I tap that ass Be quick to blast, the game just ain't the same no more You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll Fucking
Blood shaded on your body You fell a shiver...of terror in the desecrate church Under the sing of evil...he comes Baptized I baptize you...in the name
your body You feel a shiver of terror In the desecrate church Under the sign of Evil? he comes baptized I baptize you in the name of Satan "De causa
cent [Chino XL] That lyric tarantula, Chino about to make this example of Wit one verse, shittin on a whole label roster sampler My first name:Chino, my last name