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Spontaneous Explorations (Earl Hines) · Spontaneous Human Combustion (The Prodigy) · Spontaneous Praise, Vol. 1 (Norman Hutchins) · Spontaneous Inventions (Bobby McFerrin) · Spontaneous Inventions (Bobby McFerrin) · Spontaneous Combustion (Ellen McIlwaine) · Spontaneous Combustion (Ellen McIlwaine) · Spontaneous Performance Recording (The Clancy Brothers) · Spontaneous Inventions (Bobby McFerrin) · This Is Jesus Culture [Live] (Chris Quilala) – and 90 other albums »


culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
(Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the pipe
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set
(Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the pipe
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set
hit for Jesus
He keeps you rockin' when we're droppin' phat masterpieces
We're on the side of the God who's been rejected
The One who took flesh,
a home, drives his Caddy through town
Has my old earth believin' that he's comin' from the ground (Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
a home, drives his Caddy through town
Has my old earth believin' that he's comin' from the ground (Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
about now, its all mine

Yo, check it, check it
It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly
Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me
I
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
look fresh when I go to school

Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen
With big dreams for the younger sibling
O couldn't
the Third World's gone
The waters poisoned where I'm from son
Seven hundred children die by the end 'this song
Revolution will come, where I'm from: the Third
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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