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Do you push him away?
Judge him down till he leaves?
Give him a gospel he hears or a gospel he sees
Love wrapped in truth is the gospel he needs
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below, the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it 
Some love the speed, some satisfy a need 
Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed
knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her mother said, "Never mind, your part
Is to be what you'll be"
to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway
And you read me see me easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong
Let's talk about it

Mama never
knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her mother said, "Never mind, your part
Is to be what you'll be"
you better stand clear 
EPMD is a world premier 
From New York straight talk, America's best 
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest 

Style
to asia had to duck and hide-for sharin my faith
They tell me water it downwhen I get back to states
They say tone the music down you might sell a lot
you want some water, 
I'll get 
you a cup And if you don't wantit, then burn the hell up I'm tellin' 
ya now, 
boy, you ain't jack Talkin' that junk
I wish I could see you seeing me tonight
And it's a new kind of love when you get touched by his glove
And you get blinded by the flash photo
the lightning
You're never gonna learn

Come on ride the rebel
Raise the Texas yell
Dancing with the devil
We're gonna raise some hell

Outlaw
And Daddy and Hubby
But music
Women mixed with family's ugly
I know and you know
That hell will be
Hot for a nigga's infidelity

But until then
God forgive me
she was a stubborn fellow
He pushed till he got to see Queen Isabella
I need new mason boats you better let me have three
The Nina and the Pinta
and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
Stand up and do somethin
Stop beggin for a meal, cause everything is real
Nigga look at yourself, you in hell
Claimin wel-fare, or should I say fare-well
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush.  Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
 
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
never appears 

Crazy delusions of a big white man 

Sittin on the throne, magic wand in his hand.. 

"You go to heaven! Dude, you go to hell
the blues
It ain't going to matter now
The lord said let's get it down
Think of us as jesus and you are our disciples. we is gonna lead youz on a fantastic
the worlds best secret
Let me in the door
You keep sayin' you hear me knockin'
What you standin' there for?
Cause I'm the one that do that music you feel
America gone plastic 

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth 
He's hitching himself way down south 
To learn a little black and blues 
From old
[Chorus:]

This verse was intended for a gospel rapper that we all admire
And he goes by the name of Da T.R.U.T.H.
All we wanted was a righteous man
like Bible, made to save lives 
In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly 
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down 
Shit, I floss
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
the hardcore wherever you at, yeah

[Immortal Technique]
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been realer
Volume 2 shot up the president like a gorilla
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