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Gospel Child Of The King

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my people at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my heart is at? (

gates of Graceland I watched him walk right through Now security, they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb There's a pretty little thing waiting for the King

of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing waiting for the king

Graceland Then I've watched him walk right through Now security did not see him They just hovered around his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the king

of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the King

tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the king Down in the jungle room Chorus They've got catfish on the table They've got gospel in the

hovered Tround his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the King Down in the Jungle Room [Chorus] They're got catfish on the table They're got gospel

Sights of wonders that frighten angels A decree from God to deceive a child Offered to men, the darkening of the sun A gospel enemy of the church The

neck Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit Immune to the gospel