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Judgement Sundays: The Mix 2007 - Mixed by Judge Jules (Judge Jules) · Judgement Time (Anthony B) · The Best Worst of Judge Dread (Judge Dread) · Don't Judge Me (Off the Record) · Only God Can Judge Me (Master P) · You Can't Judge a Book by the Cover (Bo Diddley) · Here Come the Judge (Pigmeat Markham) · Here Comes the Judge (Shorty Long) · Big Seven: The Best of Judge Dread (Judge Dread) · The Judge at His Best (Milt Hinton) – and 90 other albums »


Virtually devoid of sensation
It's judgement day

I am the judge of Good and Evil
You are accused of having sinned
Bring in the evidence, let the trial begin
inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi

Another day goes by and so does your life
You try to make some sense before your time to die
If you feel
what more could one ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life ain't been much
Coming down from the mountain on high
Towards the battle we go side by side 
Our hearts are filled with honour and pride 
Cause we know our time
of terror and endless bloodshed 
Pity was not spared for no man  woman  child or rapper 
And believe 
For his rap was felt by everyone 
And this time when
And we'd sing "In The Sweet By And By" 
The we'd sing "I'm On My Way To Canaan Land" 
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man 

Revivals and camp meetings
breathed hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man and Leona would get up to testify
And we'd sing in the sweet by and by
And we'd sing "In The Sweet By And By" 
The we'd sing "I'm On My Way To Canaan Land" 
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man 

Revivals and camp meetings
thought was right and wrong
D A E
But I wonder when it stands in judgement hall
D A E
Will it go down as one too close to call


Verse 2:
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I have faced
could you ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life hasn't been a success
Some
what more could one ask?
For these fingers have worked to the bone.

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be,
For my life ain't been much
what more could you ask 
For these fingers have worked to the bone 

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be 
For my life hasn't been
could you ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life hasn't been a success
Some
romantic encounter. 

I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.
sit down with black and laugh again 

So judge not least ye might be judged 

By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged 

Matthew seven, first
pistol up under my head

(He strolled along home)
I took my time
(And he went to bed)
Thought I'd sleep some
(Laid his pistrol)
Big 22"
(Up under his head)
overwhelm
Could not see the Light which he holds

Spirits of Purifying Flames, remember
Anunna, Gods of the Skies, remember
Anunnaki, Judges of you're,
[verse 1]
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
Wit nothin but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
Half drunk in Chicago, waiting for my train to come in
I must have missed it five times or more
I was lower than I ever been
I climbed the hill by
right.
These people are so quick to judge. Let's
Get the judgement straight. It's not who's
Wrong it's how we get along. And I'm not
Too sure that we do
Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again
Some even said that my judge Judge Gerald Culkin
Wouldn't play it by the book
Maybe let us off the hook
soul to take

Where do we go from here
'Cause I want to see ? without a ounce of fear
Hopin' that my time ain't near
Wishin' that I'd never seen my
breathed hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man and Leona would get up to testify
As we'd sing in the sweet by and by
at times gone by 
And spitting out my last good-bye 

Well I won`t live in apathy, embittered by the memories 
You haven`t seen the last of me 
Never,
and a doctor 
Though he seldom got a dime 
For all he'd done 
And I remember lots of times 
We sent for Dr. Thomas 
But I don't recall a time 
He didn't come