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Not Fakin' It (Michael Monroe) · Fakin' Jax (InI) · Fakin' Da Funk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Not Fakin' It (Michael Monroe) · 7th Heaven: Music of the Spheres: The Complete Singles Collection (The 13th Floor Elevators) · 7th Heaven: Music of the Spheres The Complete Singles Collection (The 13th Floor Elevators) · Energy Rush: 7th Heaven (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 7th Heaven (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 7th Deadly Sin (Ice-T) · Sacred Major 7th (Jeff Majors) – and 90 other albums »


Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit
For the homies that R.I.P.
Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive
Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred
mixed jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the 7th day, it was
Leno (he's funny) 7th Heaven too
And I ask myself sometimes what would Jesus do
(Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change)
I'm buds
1: Vex ]
I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal
Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel
Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's
Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit
For the homies that R.I.P.
Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive
Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred
Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit
For the homies that R.I.P.
Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive
Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred
Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit
For the homies that R.I.P.
Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive
Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred
Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit
For the homies that R.I.P.
Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive
Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred
The 7th day, we open our eyes to obay

Chorus 4X

Uh, we can do this
'99, Tear for the Ghetto baby
Yeah, we can do this
Yeah, we can do this
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
they pussy desert
You can catch me in the back of a Cad'
Gat in the bag, black doo-rag
Me and 7th and Baghdad
Drinkin' our drinks, faces like Sphinx
(?) with my killas these niggas gone hear us and fear us (they gon' feel us)
With 7th sign and mo! thug all my niggas get love then I gon' ride my nigga
mad tricks on your mind (mind) 
If you're blind to the wicked ways 
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind 

Verse Three: 7th Ambassador 
He
mad tricks on your mind (mind) 
If you're blind to the wicked ways 
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind 

Verse Three: 7th Ambassador 
He
humbly united
My family never divided
Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, 7th Sign
For the F-B-I you want to come test my Enterprise
Bitch you
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11

Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
off the microchips, blastoff
Unlimited tech the masterpiece, the prophecy, disaster brings
Math to this, path of aftershock and calculus
Imagine the 7th
gone for the day, and I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up, are next to my computer
Hopin' they'll show up, 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
It would
P.S. 92, 7th and 8th 

Asked you for dough and you said "no" dead in my face 

But now that I'm on, it's like I owe everybody somethin' 

All my
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
7th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 8th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 9th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 10th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed
and then jack your S-P

CHORUS 1 [Kardinal Offishall] {CMD}
Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me
{Go ahead den}
Yo, I'm the nicest
watch you burning 
like my bad dreams 
give you to da beast in the pit of hades 
thunder rolls 
stormy black clouds 
I stole the 7th seal 
then the angel
no frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked
Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my
capacitors 
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors 
I'm not an actor 
I'm a prophet of the 7th world 
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting