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Hallelujah!: The Very Best of the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir (The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir) · Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Christmas at the Brooklyn Tabernacle (The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir) · Live at Brooklyn Tabernacle (The Crabb Family) · The Mormon Tabernacle Choir Album (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · This Is Christmas: The Mormon Tabernacle Choir Performs Timeless Christmas Songs (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · The Mormon Tabernacle Choir Celebrates America (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Super Hits: Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Vol. 1 (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Christmas with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir (Young Guns) · The Mormon Tabernacle Choir's Greatest Hits: 22 Best-Loved Favorites (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) – and 90 other albums »


[Genius] Tell Me Where I Am
Tell Me Who You Are
[Doorkeeper] You Are Welcome, Don't Worry
[Doorkeeper Choir] This Is The Right Place
Who is the man? That kid there
Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?
Angela, uhh Davis, and we roll like Avis
Rent-a-Car kid, there you are
Who is the man? That kid there
Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?
Angela, uhh Davis, and we roll like Avis
Rent-a-Car kid, there you are
hardcore rhymes

When you diggin' out your girl from behind, you're gonna find 
The reason that her eyes are closed, Black Caesar's on her mind 
Your
favorite story by far
Because it tells us who we are I wanna be in that number
Oh tell us we're going home, tell us that heavenly story and oh
Tell
the city,
The nitty gritty, always together like titties.
By any chance that I do get burnt,
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax
of growin 
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A. 
So stop givin trouble a play 
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze 
At thirty-two
after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the nfc
I'm going thorough through your borough
Wit my raider jacket and my
our groove 
My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder 
I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under 
Late night rides out to sunrise 
Catch
fingernail to cut it 

Gut it  then I dump the droppin' out then stuff it full of coffee 

And if you don't know by now coffee is kilo 

In other words
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
behind
Who are deeply grieved at your death
They've prayed I return you to your earthly life
And because of their faithfulness to Me
I am willing
stay off my line
Cause Hollywood is good, but Brooklyn is bumpin
Ladies each places the three are humpin
Are you confused by the way that I talk?
No,
cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a ship
Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships
And yo, a sandwich isn't
Billy Dee
To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee
I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree
Pick the vic, who will it be?
Your vote may
wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I'm going thorough through your borough
specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doing?
Fooling our self, clowning our self, playing our self
By not being our
The resident evil specialize in misconstruing 
We want to be at a presidential level what are we doing? 
Foolin ourself clownin ourself playin ourself 
By not
the flows 

that are choose by the pros 

who compose 

and speak lines 

to blow weak minds back to the essence 

my presence and appearance
our groove 
My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder 
I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under 
Late night rides out to sunrise 
Catch
cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you
you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold