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This is a portrait of a masterpiece. Listen up. Produced by Gio indeed.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
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Hip-Hop • Bass Rap
Charts
Peak #401
Peak in subgenre #30
Author
Mike Boston
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2006 Mic Boston Records
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October 03, 2007
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MP3 3.3 MB • 320 kbps • 3:36
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This is a portrait of a masterpiece. Listen up. Produced by Gio indeed.
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Souls Eternal Written by Mike Boston Produced by Gio [VERSE 1] Souls eternal, motorcade of Lovelife moral maze Ghaspin’ for the breath of death, mortal ‘til the debt is paid. Pleasure’s plague equal to the sex effect Set the stage on fire. Asunder with affections where the devil plays. Present page righteous life, there I’ll spend MY end of days. Tryna get my hood out the fire by the end of age. S’other ways to get past the flesh test than press the gauge Life’s got it’s troubles & YOU knew that from a tender age. Many more peasants pray nostalgia in the ghetto streets The smell of broken hoopdey glass bakin’ in the swelterin’ heat. Spiritual abortionists, the truth behind the terrorists & lyrical extorsionists cohoot while we bury kids Daily, Juvenile raps, quadruples die in merriments Many days passed without a clue why or where they went. Suspects the pulpit now evil as the residents Labeled as the prophets and paid off by the presidents. [SCRATCHES & CUTS] [VERSE 2] Secrets of a lonely heart cooped up in the madness. Blasphemin’ the throne apart. Doin what our dads did. The Laughter of the swordsman kept in the quiet depths. Doin’ things I said I wouldn’t do to be admired yet. I Murmur in the lub-dub of pestilence & tired threats. Tempted by a backslidden blemish in the mindset. Reminisce a moment of things that I use to do How I use to do ‘em & the people that I used to use. From itchin’ & hurtin’ to addictions & burdens Up in church ignorin’ the reverend, convictin’ my person S’like my first name’s a four-letter word & people cursin’ Everywhere When they acknowledge me it only worsens. Went from a monster to guerilla. Daunted & forilla in my conscious I’m a killa cuz I haunted & I pillaged. In the staunchness of the thriller I ran into a room where I witnessed everybody givin’ they haunches to a killer. [SCRATCHES & CUTS] [VERSE 3] I’m hated by many, confronted by none. Disengaged from the pleasantries of 4 to 5 guns. Gone beyond Frank Biondi’s Universal Artists. My life was rendered at the vengeance of the death of a martyr. He was God’s Son, The Lamb lead off to the slaughter. Yet He’s very much alive and He walks with The Father Anybody out there frontin’ like you bearin’ ya crosses. Le’s get it on or get up off us before you get carcused. Cuz somewhere long the line, you knew not to fornicate Knew not to tell lies nor move any foreign weight. Then it got glorified due to the war on hate Subject to reprobate minds from which some wont wake I’m shoutin’ Nazarene, bound for Holywood Heaven At breakneck speed, in the same sense told by the bredren Thank God there’s time left to get at my homies & the ones who believe even though they dont know me [SCRATCHES & CUTS] © 2006 Mic Boston Records. All rights reserved.
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