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J Church The Track

January blows through the track, You're too hot to feel it on your back, All alone with everyone, Do you still remember fun? Tonight the darkness of

[Celph Titled:] Let's take 'em to the churches!! Chicken...bitch! [J-Zone:] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We have a special guest preacher Reverend

meter Many walk in dark, they walk in Egypt But the people of God who assault the seas And the Earth until the Church is off to see Him [J-Silas] Lemme

we just heard the frontin' Do Harlem a favor, give the churches somethin' A rec' center, in the winter where they youth can play they don't even shoot the J

listenin' while lettin' my Tec pop If I ain't hit ya in the head I gave ya a neck shot. (BANG!) And whoever I get on the track with Better go hard and

like kamikaze To the bitches that really want me To the pigs that never spot me Blow heat like quarter backs Down at the warder track I gave ya money

?m a revival a recital of His actions rehearsed I?m Jeremiah a fire burning inside yearning earnestly fevorently trying to turn men to God let me ease up on this track

on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya like a hula To school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess

thoughts that run through his mind Take a hand on my sister, J Blige As I listen to her life go down, watchin' her life spin round On them records, every track