free, From the leaders and the clones, Life and talk of destiny I don't even know, Apologies, to my creation for these wasted days, My transcendence has a
law come get me No baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why plant seeds in a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm
dope fiends titty And every city you'll find me Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the
as i raise the sword and revolted psychological warfare for the holy smoke your last bowl-y your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly got a good old fashion passion for
bout it), bout it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous, never wild shook but a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers, held a
light on A new test to get through You felt me, I felt you An unwaited page of life we shared together Hopelessly beseeching a little strength to carry on But new days
give 'em thumbs up Seven is a sample, but a sign of the time Fly fast, give me whip up in a cup And a dime, and a bag, and a swisher for my nigga In the
worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout
days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan We facing a
Mandingo [DA Smart] Somebody stole me, you took me from Kunta to Toby and mould me, in a way that you freed me but still hold me What you tryin to pull
me, ' Ali, what you so angry for man? Why you always so upset? ' I tell 'em ' Shit, theres a thin line between anger and hunger my man And I ride a unicycle
you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
ll make you light as a feather If you know that He's God on high Then go ahead, put your hands together Stand on your feet, give him a shout Tell the
man GO Chorus [DA Smart] Somebody stole me, you took me from Kunta to Toby and mold me, in a way that you freed me but still hold me What you tryin
with dreadlocks to jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks A la Cafe, bambatta flashy fashion Imagine crashing bashes with bitches That be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition There on a mission for
then give praise to the most high (uh) [Chorus] [x4] King Jesus Christ. Who's world is this? All praise... [The Phanatik] Holy, Holy, Holy O my God
You're all of these ? You're all of the above [Verse One] The Bible told me holy are Your ways (Your ways) Nobody stops or had to start Your days (Your days
