here Now there's nothing left We don't belong, we never have God's numbers cancel out I know you're gone, you couldn't stay Look down and light my way You say there's
that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin' at one smart black boy Momma ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth,
Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that
persons on the opposite teams oh, yes it's curtains No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state
[Scarface] It's like this, y'all niggaz been invadin my turf Ignore examples I've set while ya play the dirt It's only one thing to do now, and that's
up numbers like Garnet on that 610 south Ain?t nothing soft about my block except the packs of the south This here?s that Peoples Champ talk, it?s the
up a bag from my block, two O's the number Who can get swift with the microphone mist Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D My funk respect it, cosmic
' same's so I travel the seventh plain by the way of coal train, And that's an ill though, niggas get caught in my wisdom because the number seven's like
State your number and your cause Your black skin or your menopause Your cancer your identity You're not so different to me You're not the only one State
'm a getcha the number one heart stresser Sorry black that's right it's a cardiac caress try to triple be the best then where's party at Law's to no one
seesaw [4th Chorus] A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but he's frowning too Because only God
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers with crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin God
Ten murders, ten days, this summer Talk about today's mathematics, a eighth, an O, a key And the caliber on your rack, shit The inmate number, the centerfolds
Life, my love that's not mine Why you ain't signed? Wasn't my time Leave me alone, work for y'all Half of it's yours, half of it's mine Only one to ball
, manifest god self As the life-giving son, iriscience brings twelve Like Buckingham Palace to British Columbia Three states under ya, I deal wit district of Columbia Understand the numbers
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigal Sunzini)] (It's beautiful God, love it as peace Let's just get out together, man In this hard world, I'm just tellin
our existance Chorus It's a blessing... to struggle It's a blessing... (repeat 2x) Yeahhyeahhh, it's a blessing, just a blessing It's a blessing... *
words heard in thunder Down from under, rose and fled to grow in hunger, now it's cold in summer To slow your slumbers, behold a number, 600, 6 and 3
