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Way back in the Bible, the Hebrew language says
That we were taught that we could praise the Lord in seven ways
Seven great expressions, seven
stands with his ax in his hand
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Believin that the crops are in
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Fire wood
"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X) 

"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery 

[Lord Jamar] 

Well can you tell me
live then you die where your body goes
If it's Hell or it's Heaven
6 or the 7 well I'll keep the nina for our be foes in a gamble
That's what life is
stands with his ax in his hand
 C                 A7        Dm  F7
Believin that the crops are in
Bb        G       F      Dm             
Fire wood
stands with his ax in his hand
 C                 A7        Dm  F7
Believin that the crops are in
Bb        G       F      Dm             
Fire wood
stands with his ax in his hand
 C                 A7        Dm  F7
Believin that the crops are in
Bb        G       F      Dm             
Fire wood
the nina for our be foes in a gamble
That's what life is and it's hard to handle
When the bible says worship this by the scriptures written by man though
looked back and waved his hand
I could hear him tell his momma
"That's one no good woman"

Well, I watched my baby leave
His momma had him by the hand
Lord knows she meant to use him
But she died with seven carats on her hand

All dressed up in satin
Oh, the good Lord wasted that one
But her husband
A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand
She said it was her first time to see the sea
Helping her climb across those jetty rocks
Was
your hands can do
It feels so good to fall asleep in her arms every night
Leave it up to you to do things right.

Lord, she sure is good at lovin' me
They kill, was handed to them by YOUR free will.
Second hand gods, that's all we are. Not
Creating... manipulating, and leaving the scars.
Robbing form
Shining in darkness the vary eyes of the lord o birds of prey announces the passing of time
With his piercing call
The thick dark leaves
switch
I plan feats of terror to unthread you stitch by stitch

Tell me children, It's I who lead your lives
Tell me children, I am supreme device
And Ill bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord my hands feel like they're froze
And there's a numbness in my toes
But its only five more miles to Mary
brains beyond the clouds of rain
Seven and a half are contained
Space was my birthplace, meditate in cocoons
Now see snakes in human costumes

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"I'm setting the example, and what I've done in gonna be puzzled over
 and studied, and followed, forever." - the movie "Se7en"

[Ikon]
Prepare
can confide in them. Meet with them alone."

Sacrilege has been committed by the supreme being.
He who has created blasphemy and now orchestrates it
Jesus cried, wept and died
I guess he went up to heaven
I've been downtown such a long, long time
I'll never make it home by seven
Won't you come
suppertime
Oh I know those hot biscuits're in the fryin' pan

Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes
But it's only five
and there's a numbness in my toes
But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne it's only seven miles to Mary Anne

You can bet we're on her mind for it's nearly
supper time.
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan.
Lord, my hands feel like their froze, there's a numbness in my toes.
but it's only five more
Please do not run too fast
Stay off of the leaves
Do not play in the grass
And climb the trees
You can’t breathe
Let alone you get stung by bees
fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around