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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Old Time Camp Meeting (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Camp Rock/Camp Rock 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Old Five Dimers Like Me/Super Hits/Old Friends (Willie Nelson) · Mr. Five by Five (Jimmy Rushing) – and 90 other albums »


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
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
then we'd sing I'm on my way to Canaan's Land
Yes daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals and camps meeting's with four weeks
Folks came from all
Brownson 
Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols 
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking 
Cold freezer,
Yo for my Boot Camp Clik and everybody

(???)

We come to see who in tha party
This is how we do
Everyday all day
Come on Come on yo yo

(Starang)

Hey
when this day dawned in America

His family would go to church to pray for his well-being
And his safe return
The young soldier reached into his bag
Lookin' like a bunch of frat boys at summer camp and shit

It hadda be flashin' like the daily double
Hadda be playin' on TV
Hadda be loud
'til 4 she could be home by 5.
Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route,
And keeps the head-phones loud to drown everything out
But the same old song:
just a moment low we heard a faint yell
Five hundred cavalry they were riding from hell

[Chorus:]
We fight for favor
We will fight for pride
in lost states

Lately those Saturn eyes
Lock in appalling shapes
Saying all that you
Cannot say what you come back for
Truth of another day
game
I'm just lookin for attention by callin ya name

[J-Zone talkin]
Hehe, aiiyo Kobe don't think I forgot about you dog
Up there rappin with Brian
The Cockney tribes in Britain were meeting for the games
Held annually, once a year, along the River Thames,
The scene was quiet and peaceful,
reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy you dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old
reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy you dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old
reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy you dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old
kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits 
And, five year old preschool pussy 
And, once strong now bony backs and stretched out 
Weary racks
old woman

Who you're faithful to for life."
"You know I ain't no guru, 
I'm just a blind black preacher man.
My guitar is my gospel, boy,

And I
hey 
A nigga still sold a quarter everyday 
I sat around for six months black 
Waitin' for the day to make a comeback 
And now I'm ready for combat
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
[RZA] You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas 

[Tekitha] The Gods 

[RZA] Yo, yo 



Verse One: RZA 



Fusion of the five elements,
a cold world
The other day I had to bury my homegirl
Wrong place, caught one in her face
Plus her man's on the run and couldn't come to the wake
For
must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And every time
off
While Bush old ass on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft shit
I'ma shoot your funky ass bitch
A nigga'll die for
reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy you dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old
Another lost one running again
(You know I bust my thang for you)
You do the same old thing that your brothers did before you
Planning your whole life