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cyhi da prynce - 3:16 lyrics

3:16 it is still the gospel in the whole story because in 3:16 it is the greatest verse and the greatest text in the bible
god so loved the world that he gave his begotten son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have an everlasting life

why panic if this how god planned it
my eyes slanted from smoking a gigantic
goddammit the dope is on five planets
atlien, decatur where i landed
if i get married i hope that my bride spanish
yea i’m kinda manish
put some d-ck where her diaphragm is
but f-ck relationships and friendships
’cause i rather die on the t-tanic
live calm or die frantic
i don’t do the back and forth
i throw the deuces my advantage
i’m affiliated, any drama we fire canons
in the jungle with them trees, my n-gg-, i’m tarzanin’
success is never luck it’s more like smart planning
and the car parked is all black like clark campus
basquiat, paint picture without an art canvas
i always stood out, my n-gg-, i’m outstanding

gospel of the world there is only begotten rapper
if you believe in him you live happily ever after
word to the pastor, smoking this green pasture
cyhi the 3rd chapter coming back like the rapture
my 3:16s, n-gg-
my 3:16s, n-gg-
word to the pastor, smoking this green pasture
cyhi the 3rd chapter coming back like the rapture

champion from the pantheon
i’m tired of people telling me what can’t be done
from 2014 and beyond
if you ain’t talking money to me, sonny, than i can’t respond
i’m from where them pistols whistle like andy on
.223 just as long as marcus camby arms
at the st. regis with a fancy blonde
b-tch, you with a prince, why you still got your panties on?
smoke a gram with my girl while the grammys on
’cause this sh-t i write should have 11 oscars
you ever met a author who holds his weapon awkward
this 38 my bodyguard, i call it kevin costner
street n-gg-, reverend and a rasta
black pentecostal who never read the gospel
my adversary do it for imaginary mobsters
the prynce from machiavelli ’cause us rappers really prosper

basking in the ambiance of the mondrian
i’m starving like it’s ramadan, let’s get this parmesan
i keep the peace, i’m like gandhi with a tommy gun
slung so many elbows i think i might need tommy john
but this rap bread sweeter than a honeybun
and i could never fall off and if i did, i bungee jump
that’s funny, huh? armani, huh?
f-ck a b-tch, i rather see this money c-m
you can’t see me no more, i’m out the country, chump
with a girl from cape town running naked cross the lawn
i’m a don, marcello burlon
i swear to allah my verses deserve to be in the quran
waalaik-msalam, go to barbados so fun
ratchet hoes used to call me broke now the tables have spun
and i don’t pay for p-ssy
only buy sh-t you able to p-wn
king david, the psalm, prophet like jacob and john

look at it for a moment
god is a great giver, god is the greatest, the greatest lover, god
the greatest degree, god
the greatest company, the world
the greatest act, that he gave
the greatest gift

- cyhi da prynce lyrics

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