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AGNES DEI Lyrics & Music by Michael W. Smith
WORTHY Lyrics & Music by Don Moen

From the recording: Offerings, Track #4.

Alleluia, Alleluia
For our
to the new-born King! 

Christ, by highest heaven adored, 
Christ, the everlasting Lord, 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of the favored one. 
Veiled
White hair and red eyes
He's holding the crown
The king of the island
Elric of Melnibon
He's born for destruction
He's ruled by the gods
journey must come to an end
All hail to the Gunslinger
Praise to the Dinh and the King
Beyond our reach, out of control

Save me
To touch the rose it will
it all by myself


Its just this thing I do
At times like this

I wish I was someone else



All hail the king of dunces...



All hail the king
by

Fade away
Fade

"Say thank, ya" for the beams are safe my friend
Long days and pleasant nights for you

Save me
The final chord
Don't let
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)

By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
(I'm tha King)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye

All hail Atlanta's own, owner
today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
Before it's too late

You hail to the king
You know that he will win
But in the mirror you see
A puppet with a face of grief
today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
shawty (I'm the king)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the king)
Yeah, PSC nigga, hey, hey

[Verse 1]
All hail Atlanta's
of noohoorsh.
The people don't dare any resistance.
Years pass by and the people are living in poverty and pain.
NSHIGTUR:
Your blood is my life
Through your
from ah far off
Who call by my name and live by my words, ey
Only love can save us, it was love that has made us
Fire for burn don't you blame us ya
(I'm tha King)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye

All hail Atlanta's own, owner
Is what I mean (mean)
No matter what kind of lyrics you like
Tech N9ne fans don't want to hear it tonight
All hail to my jail homies
Cameron,
(I'm tha King)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye

All hail Atlanta's own, owner
real low
nobody move in the room till we say so
king klick flip scripts rips sick flows
don't mistake the krown for a logo
we're kings' of this shit
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game
worshiping a man
Ruled by law, under holy rites
Destroy this land, where the Christians stand
Taste the sword, blood pays reward

Cast de souls into a blazing
Those who serve and those who rule
Lepers, kings and mindless fools
Empire leaders, tyrant's tools
All will fade with time
Hail the cowards,
today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without