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Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel, Vol. 2 (New Jersey Mass Choir of the GMWA) · Best of the Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir (Dallas Fort Worth Mass 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) · Music of Mass Destruction: Live From Chicago (Anthrax) · Music of Mass Destruction: Live from Chicago (Anthrax) – and 90 other albums »


Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations
This is your station baby

Look inside these walls and you see them
through
You don't know what I've been through
This is how you can get your brake though tonight

Choir: Reach up and Get it
(Come on reach up by faith)
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
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
Furniture in my nesting 
But by force I'm suggesting 
Ya count your blessings 

I've got love and assurance 
I've got new health insurance 
And I've got
or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your
trouble up ahead
Don't get into a state
Where you wish you were dead
Just take your time and do

What you believe is right
It could turn out to be
[Chorus]
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations
This is your station baby

Look inside these walls
the wrong nigga
Don't expect me to be pimping get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leaving 'em in the dust
So keep that clean up out of your
home my home
My heart's an autoclave
My heart's an autoclave

When I try to open up to you I get completely lost
Houses swallowed by the earth,
bein ourself 
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat 
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat 
While we ask no
fire,
As you sit there and pray you'll get carried away by the choir.
And the incense is sweet, takes you right off your feet, makes you higher.
the total mass retain

Down at the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down

In her
fire,
As you sit there and pray you'll get carried away by the choir.
And the incense is sweet, takes you right off your feet, makes you higher.
me and my wretched plight
Looks like I'm gonna have to get it right this time
But I'm here to tell you that it's not all bad
Count your blessings
be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call
Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them all?
In
the petrified both fled
Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call
Extra, extra
Read all about it
Extra, extra
We heard the good news

We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm
dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man Skeet so
hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain

If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray