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Mumford & Sons and Friends Daytrotter Session (Mumford & Sons) · Mumford & Sons, Laura Marling & Dharohar Project (Mumford & Sons) · Mumford & Sons, Laura Marling & Dharohar Project (Mumford & Sons) · Mumford (Hutchinson, Hutch) · After the Storm (Wynn Stewart) · After the Storm (Chris LeDoux) · Quiet After the Storm (Dianne Reeves) · Hip Hop Helps: After the Storm (Hutchinson, Hutch) · After the Storm (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · After the Storm (New York Dolls) – and 90 other albums »


The size of the storm that is buffeting us
Is absolutely huge and enormously dangerous
We who rescue others,
Lovers, sons and mothers
Now we feel like
see what I'm after
By the look in my eye

Just walk away and leave me alone
It's a long way back home

Now in case you should ask me
What it is that
the helpless ship on course
The blameless sky pales as a storm comes
Taking it by force
He's so sorry

Flashes of justice
after all she'd done for him
For
hop truck and

Ride bike and stand up on the road
And hitch hike
But you see me...dem deh things can't go on
'Cause Natty Dread RIDE THE STORM
The power men feel to kill with their hands

After the war I come home weak and sore
I fall into your arms
We lie by the fire
You feed my desire with me
There is history in the rooms of the house

After dinner
Do the dishes
Mother hums
The coffeemaker hisses on the stove
The steam a crescendo
snow, storms or even rain

Then, in all of it's pristine graduer, I saw the Holy City
Suspended like a cube at the expanse of eternity
Fifteen hundred
to perspire
from deep within to the skin
yo, the feminine and the masculine
the pieces of the puzzle
see my reflections in the puddle
after the storm
After the Dark Ages came illumination
Meaning the Son was made visible
Like the fourth day of creation

To expose the deeds of men
So we can see our
nigga you lost your mind
Scratch that you never knew from the start
So I forgive you, after you die skirmish, shots burneth

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Son
Chorus: are-MANN
And through the storm and the rain
We still together, a few things changed
Through the stress and the strife
It's LB Fam 4 Life
Steady son come seven come eleven
If either one of us can count that high
Muscatel if the deal gets dicey
Milk and honey in the by and by

Darkling
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
Circled by arcane and evil books
Scouring them for any hint of knowledge.
Charles, Jim and Will

A father's son who doesn't know his dad
Suddenly he wishes
my disbelief 
And bathed me with her ever-smile. 
And with a howl across the sand 
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound 
NO-ONE
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
pot
Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers hip hop
So you thinking you religious?
When you condemn another man
the grace of the Father and death of the Son
I am the one who redeemed you 
By paying the highest price

I am grace and mercy, I am sacrifice
I am
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
frequencies 

React like killer bees when in the face of enemies 

Keep playing the fool, after school you're like the Sensai 

With 1200 technics like my
proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it's scarred
Press through the storm
Find who we are, with true desire
For no human being
Quest for your dreams
By any means, endure the fire

PURE
Test
birth 
to man. 
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred 
bastard sons. 
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels