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God bless this happy home
God bless the hugs and kisses
Keep us all safe and warm
Keep us in ignorant bliss

Heaven help old Joseph Bloggs in
God bless this happy home
God bless the hugs and kisses
Keep us all safe and warm
Keep us in ignorant bliss

Heaven help old Joseph Bloggs in
wave.
So not surprising was their thought,
This is he, God's chosen one,
Who's come to save us from
All our oppressors.
We shall be kings on this
wave.
So not surprising was their thought,
This is he, God's chosen one,
Who's come to save us from
All our oppressors.
We shall be kings on this
wave.
So not surprising was their thought,
This is he, God's chosen one,
Who's come to save us from
All our oppressors.
We shall be kings on this
their thought
This is He, Gods chosen one

Who's come to save us from
All our oppressors
We shall be kings on this world

"Follow me
I'll play
not to buy you a new house because in heaven's your home
And as hurt as I was, I had to smile wit' ya
And thank God that we crossed paths 'cause you
scriptions, and playin' along
Probably sayin' I'm the hypocrit, for judgin' these folks
But you can tell he ain't a Christian, by the way that he spoke
I pray
Not enough land, not enough homes
Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan

What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask
For
the stakes, risk it all, I take the hate
It's the winning team, get the Gatorade
My God good, but he's not safe, nah

They try to shut us down, and it ain't
happen
What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes
Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan
What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we
price being beat by roman guards
But when he resurrected gave us life free of charge
Now me and my boys need to be in a psych ward
Cause we went crazy
nobody's gotta go
That's the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload
Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people
Turning a Christian
robots
Who would have us all share their death.
History is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by those who practice it.
It is being
shekinah
May we from thee never be severed
I'll sing praise to your name forever
El Elyon far beyond yet close by
Nobody does it like God the most high
[Inspectah Deck]
I'm from the home where the buffalo roam
And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck
Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
Leave your eyes
of Christians?"
I swear to God that they got you going crazy
But you play it off and say, "How is work baby?"
Well some of the models is too coked up to walk
about Kitten?
Is that bitch still stripping?
Trying to get a pair of Christians?"
I swear to God that they got you going crazy
But you play it off
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
we will always sin
Support has grown for the mutant sexual acts. Allow us please to give you some hard facts
We shall not stand for deviancy; it's
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
de prince jes' be shootin' de home-town shit heahh! he ain't gwine give us no mo' provlem! what you mean, girl? okay, okay! go 'head 'n fuck de lil'
miracle

In every black home and in every jail cell
And in everyone of us to let the righteous set sail
And accept positioning, whether you a Christian
A.K.A. Baby Flex
You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe slaughter
For fuckin' another nigga's bitch

Listen close to what I say, dog, it might hurt ya
the fuck up
(The cops are gonna bust us man, his family knows my parents)
Oh god, there's no pulse, there's no repairin'
This niggas dead, I know his