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Mass Choir Gospel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mass Choir Gospel, Vol. 2 (New Jersey Mass Choir of the GMWA) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Best of the Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Best of Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir (Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir Superset [Light] (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Voices: A Gospel Choir Christmas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Original Artist Hit List: Gospel Mass Choirs (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


to please you,
To be more and more like you Jesus,
Each and every day,
I lift my hands and say,
I want to be more like you,
(repeat)
I give you my
a sunburn
Wakes me up from a deep sleep

I parked on the street out in front of St. Mary's
I watched people leave, from the mass in the evening
With my
strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made
We lift our hands to you, I lift my hands to you
she's holding my hand
She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She says, "You can't repeat the past," I say, "You can't?
What do you mean, you
an angel one might miss,
I can talk to, I can turn to, there to handle this

Sunday morning in the choir, I'm the one who's singing off key
By my
the hostile gospel
I'm reaching through the fire  please deliver us
I'm preaching to the choir  please deliver us
Just keep it real with us, you scared
is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel
I'm reaching through the fire - please deliver us
I'm preaching to the choir - please deliver
means?
Royal Kings turn fiend chasing hood dreams

[Killah Priest]
Song of a rose, mass in a tinted window, they play my intro
I walk like I waltz in
to my detriment 
It's so vital I change or blow opportunities 
Like a choir recital 
Now while I do not care who telling 
Meanwhile selling powder
Greetings
Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes
Your coin was very much appreciated
And now I shall grant you your future
It seems my cards of tarot have
Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in
Snowballs flying through the air
Crashed my sled but I don’t care
Nothing in this world could make me blue

Snowmen out on the front lawn
lift
just the thought of him 
Makes me want to lift my hands 

Nobody greater 
Yes, He's incredible 
Always showing us 
That his love is strong 
So
the devil by a landslide
Praying with her hands tied, president of my fan club
Stand tall, something told me I should bring my butt to church

You gotta
big dough and keep em all safe
I can hear my grandmother singin' gospel songs
Sayin' to me "Jesus love ya if you don't live wrong"
Also said it was
stickin'
Razor sharp rip 'em, bites lift 'em
We at the Jam direct
The Ghetto Gospel, collaboration
One word could change the nation
No doubt!

[Hook]
stickin'
Razor sharp rip 'em, bites lift 'em
We at the Jam direct
The Ghetto Gospel, collaboration
One word could change the nation
No doubt!

[Hook]
malaria come to ya area
You couldn't touch my style with Hands Across America
I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes
Leave you need orthoscopic