You never said a word But the thousand things you should have said I heard Made my heart stand still I never thought I'd be Any one of all the things
stop the killin Just search your feelings, participate in some (?) They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's Heavenly
should slow down Slow down, slow down, slow down So you can smell the roses I think I smell the roses But then again, it could be heavenly blues Gone
dead ends where Plays seen are never clear And those who ride never fare Crowned voids forever rule In worlds lived and learned of fools Conformity's the teachers' tool
house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly
this fly, force feed things being said Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his mic half a dangle, seriouser man My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan heavenly
circle line, what's wrong Ain't your yacht out yet Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?) Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
to abrasions They fouls are more than flagrant And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the pavement Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement Usin the tools
down Watch this fly, force feed things being said Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his Mic half a dangle, seriously man My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan Heavenly
a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state Magnificent, heavenly
killin' Just search your feelings, participate in some [Incomprehensible] They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's Heavenly
I should slow down Slow down, slow down, slow down So you can smell the roses I think I smell the roses But then again, it could be heavenly blues Gone
combined over the frontline the ten percenters promotin slander in the air time bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade sharp blades heavenly praise
backglot? Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout da-da-daz Just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide
The time has come Let us unite, mount My heavenly Father's children (My heavenly Father) The time has come for judgement Armageddon False prophets never
