Those girls
Freein' you from all the superstition
I got a vision from a true religion
Hopin' that you will listen
Widows and orphans is on my mind
Like endorphins
And all my time
Is important
If it's given to them
And them is really us
We were the fatherless
We were the widows cause
What the Groom wanted from us was the opposite
Of what we really lust
So in a rush
No prepaid card
We put Him on hush
And then we boxed Him up
This ain't no smoke pine so my flows shine
Tryna spit a cold line for a some dope rhymes
It's a syllabus
Sharpen your number 2's
Darken the one you choose
It's either win or lose
Bubble the W's
Puddles of blood accrued
Bruised for the love of you
For the sum of you
That's every one of you
Truly release to the streets the lovely news
The beauty of the beast is he's humble, too
Like that other crew
Lifting the King of Jews
Spittin' them syllables
And fixing you dinner, too
Pleading blood like a vampire interview
The Kingdom's at hand
So this is finger food
The new religion is "serving"
Do the dishes
The poor are hungry
And you're the kitchen, Givens
On
Giving them a new song
Rightly dividing, deciphering the right from wrong
What is you on?
Where did you go
And how did you know?
It's cause I phone
The home of the King on the throne
Roll, Rock, Sk8
Stop Hate
Stack papes (that's how we livin' homie) and give em away
Roll, Rock, Sk8 (that's how we livin' homie)
Roll, Rock, Sk8 (that's how we livin' homie, that's how we livin' homie)
Stack papes (that's how we livin' homie) and give em away (that's how we livin' homie)
Roll, Rock, Sk8 (that's how we livin' homie, that's how we livin' homie)
My man JGivens
With the occupy Monday movement
He got madness to call it a movement like so...
(I think you need get down there and tell him that man where's it at)
What
The occupy Mondays movement
It's at uh JGivens house
Oh my bad
...and He was
Executed innocently
In the place of the skull
J. Fitzgerald Kennedy
Tell them I exist in three
Spirit Father Risen King
And these three are O-N-E
This is my divinity
Neo, this is Trinity
And you will love your enemies
Even those offending Me
You will be the like of Me
You will be my simile
Synonym, sin in them?
I was killed for all of these
Blood is the remedy
Love how we livin', homie
Givens an 80s baby like a Members Only
Getting crazy
Hope you listen, homie
Cause man's religion is pimpin' the men and women, homie
But you ain't got to pay to drink
Like with-lemon-only
The Holy Spirit Spirit Holy and it's sittin' on me
Pointin' out the phonies and they acting like they didn't know me
It's all good
Just watch who you be attackin', homie
Tryna see a dynasty
No Shaq and Kobe
Kingdom, uhn
Yeah so Givens, G's going to be at your house every Monday morning so uh...
cook up some breakfast for him
Nah, he just puts a new song out every Monday
It's called occupy Monday and it's not really a movement
He called it a movement
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