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Album : Parade of chaos (2002) We march like fools in a parade of chaos. We march like fools in a parade of chaos. While we sing their praises. Led
(Sanford Bennett/Joseph Webster)
From Album: Amazing Grace 3 - A Country Salute to Gospel

There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can
Don't be confused
You're back in time again
It's funny but it's true
They state your case
Praise your name and the last place
Where you lived without
[KRS One] 

Give it to em! 

Nuff respect! And praise to the creator 

Over the years it seems that I became a 

landmark  in the hip hop
your bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would
Never thought that the napalm would bust
Verse 1: 

Don't underestimate the reach 

Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach 

Defari  work for Likwit organize 

Dodger hats
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
when I come through the ladies praise me or something
Like, Weezy's the man
If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan
Cause he's 500
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter

And you
the days
Now the same motherfucker, where they beg me to play
They said I was a sinner, now they giving me praise
Got a key to the city, and a street in
my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each 3 or 4 times
But in the land where niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
Its goin' take a lot more than
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
a real nigga out of Ft.Myers 
I got principles nigga dats what I live by
Ain't had rap feature and I'm still alive 
Not 1 my 3rd album, is you surprised?
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
My knowledge is bond, so you
cursive style
Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names
So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim
Pressure to pian, are you able
wife, cutie"
She smiled and she asked me, "How?"
I said, "Shh... (Ima just do it)"
You been datin' that girl for like, huh, 6 years though
You livin' by
to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories
Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to we
Now all praises due to Allah,
my Bible's my next clip 
I worship and praise the G, you step to me and you get checked quick 
See you dealin with a Saved thug 
And when I put on my
Praise the lord, For the drunks and the town drunks
With the town slut, Doing the in and out when they found us
Or see me kicking it drinking with
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown  (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
oppressive, and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult. At dawn, I pinpointed the location