the further away solution Legal actors, Babylon's benefactors Masquerading as the agency for the clients Hypocritical giants, morally non-compliant Orally armed to do bodily harm Polluted, recruited and suited
is a song for my haters Ya'll got me feeling like the greatest, yeah Bitch im about to Blow up! [Verse 2] Mama say I should reconsider law school, That means ill wear a suit
Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay The high potent, super charged spiritual lyrical miracle of a man Damn, you can't understand the fulfillment of
the comfort files feels like a miracle feels like a cant sell sign suit sells the line no matter the clothes you wear suit sells the line to comfort
Boombayay What's up baller, I'm an owner now You niggas ball for me, I be kickin' it up in my suite Lookin' down, ain't none of y'all fuckin' with me
back -Chorus- -Bizzy Bone- "How many people has slept in your bed?" It's one of my questions, please/ That's why we at the hotel, respect the presidential suite
that says, you know, that the infinite God, with all this expression, who created every single one of us, absolutely different, on purpose, wants everybody to fit into the same suit
my money to the likes of you? Ride around in your Lexus Coupe Drive us to the cleaners in a pinstripe suit Preacher, that ain't truth Preach, you might
? And Buddha sits on my shelf Shooting up Edgar Allan Poe And I'll dream in 'Forbidden Colours' Just like Vincent Van Gogh Don't need no suit of amour
Are you in that mood yet? One mo' 'gain ARE YOU IN THAT MOOD YET? Look, they say tomorrow's not promised, but if it was I wouldn't get open Wouldn't get suits
get retarded nickle punks slowly copas wore as lowly robot to raise to be holy pope and one day rise to interigate the holy ghost (i knew it) holy smokes father black suit
up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism As for
on the corner We gon work it out Yo, yo, yo, yo Leo Ganza what stay suited up For da loot B.K. niggas shoot it up They boot it up, no luck, miracle, spiritual
of New York, best over take ya Plus my shit is flavor, my mind increase ill behavior Blow the detonator, my life story is gettin' greater Linen suits
Black Suit White Collar Burning Desire Mother Fuckin' Father Holy Man Cock in Hand Perverted Plans Mother Fuckin' Father Makes Toys of Little Boys Priestly
' money from here to the ceilin' Whatever it is I got is clearly appealin' These other rappers gettin' that inferior feelin' I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual
live You are the patient, and I, your black doctor Medical bills, insurance, cash in the ceiling Dioxalyn fingerprints here ever since I got my white suit
in the summer and autumn of the year 1913, Anno Satanas. Heroes: Atrament - a student, amateur occultist and adventurer. Calamaria - a daughter of Spiritus