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The rock is made of diamond, the rivers wash with gold
The sun beats down in rhythm, pounding on our reason
Pounding on our reason, ringing in our
steppin on landmines from wars we all losin'
We chasin' false idols and racin' from our bibles
The golden rule, the youth are becoming more suicidal
Who
play truth or dare
You've been waiting out the summer there
And loving by degrees

And, oh, take a little more time
'Cause fever beats all down
We've been gettin' beat up by this ol' life,
Seems all we got left is Friday and Saturday night 
And sometimes Sunday if Monday is a holiday.

I
entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes from the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Robots
entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boom
entertainers
Like aerobics victims

Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes
And the burning plastic

Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
he stands for is totally mythical
And as they lead him away he'll pray for you brother
With a bible in one hand and playboy in the other
Imagine
truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied

Only swear by Allah, so when approached by them folks
I spit the truth when I swore under oath
I
to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied

Only swear by Allah, so when approached by them folks
I
doesn't believe in their stagnant lord, 
Never will I give up, scared by his only son,
All that I conjure conflict what your bible want
Always forever
say "Fuck him!" for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'ma diss you by
trained got discipled
Back to hood
You could find em preaching the bible
He led a homie to christ from his same hood
Part of church plant
Come on now
the ground beside, Selma Drye

I still got her words of wisdom playing in my head
And her old beat-up Bible’s on my night stand by my bed

I know so much
And tempered and beat in a fiery heat,
By the hand of a man, who's name was dan
Dan the blacksmith.

Once I was a sword, many years ago.
And my blade was broad,
and beat in the fiery heat
By the hand of a man, whose name was Dan, Dan the blacksmith

Well once I was a sword, many years ago
And my blade was broad,
This beat's some evil shit to inspire you to start a fire
Do something illegal, only thing you require is a wire to strangle someone
Let out your
all on my side that's always down to smoke
When it's time to fuck I want her clothes to beat mines to the floor
Take me by surprise make sure I keep
being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip
I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran
We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and
They
Ladies bein' hit through wickedness, I'm losin' my grip
I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran
We pick cotton, my back is still hot an' dark
This letter won't make it to you in time 
Introverted by your distance from me, and by mine 
But the chameleons who sift through the trees 
Are
an pierced by one spear and 3
nails/ has saved my soul but there's still times I get
weak and there's still times I get beat/ and sometimes
I write rhymes
(This Week in Bible Prophecy)
God has a plan, and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
Through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this
And still they

[Chorus]

Brain dead plebeians
Rally 'round the Bible and the flag
Their prophets are a plumber
And a small minded rifle packing hag
into the sun
Howled about redemption
With a bible and a gun
The preacher beat his chest
And cried: "Set my people free"
The killer said: "I drag you