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Translation: Jewel. Who Will Save Your Soul.
your will CHROUS: Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy Who will save your
need your ass split, maybe that will save you from that casket And I copped the blast quick, with young black males of black bastard See those niggas who
Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When some of us Find that life ain't beautiful We switch to Pharmaceuticals Your nine to five
Nude One In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed Is This Your Vision Cool Let Me Give U A Little Jewel Any Dude Who
boost your ratings with hypes behind casualties Fire a shot wit low-pressure water gun play Instantly slap your fire like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first jewel
a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and
in my hand I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one In the brotherhood of creatures, who the father, who the son The vision of your goodness will
black again, it got dark On your mark get set, out of sight out of mind Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the back like nets The chosen one who
rich to bless But rather let in my imagination Run wild the thoughts of who perhaps you were Before your soul demanded your creation And deigned my mind and willing
Verse 1:] Attack fame with cerebral cortex in your brains So my effects will remain Long after the trends change Son I'll bend your name Rearrange your
In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed Is This Your Vision Cool Let Me Give U A Little Jewel Any Dude Who Wanna
In The Nude One In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed Is This Your Vision Cool Let Me Give U A Little Jewel Any Dude Who
is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport jewels
Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When some of us Find that life ain't beautiful We switch to Pharmaceuticals Your nine to five Ain
underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll into the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be
