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Bishop Carlton Pearson Presents the Best of Azusa... Yet Holdin' On (Carlton Pearson) · Bishop Carlton Pearson Presents the Best of Azusa... Yet Holdin' On (Carlton Pearson) · Sonny Stitt Sits in with the Oscar Peterson Trio (Oscar Peterson) · Sits in with the Oscar Peterson Trio [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Oscar Peterson) · Sonny Stitt Sits in with the Oscar Peterson Trio (Oscar Peterson) · Four Classic Albums: Sax Supremacy/Personal Appearance/Sits in with the Oscar Peterson (Sonny Stitt) · Feral (Lone RMX) / Morning Mr Magpie (Pearson Sound Scavenger RMX) / Separator (Four Te (Radiohead) · Mosaic Select: Duke Pearson (Duke Pearson) · Introducing Duke Pearson's Big Band (Duke Pearson) · Sonny Stitt Sits in with the Oscar Peterson Trio (Oscar Peterson) – and 90 other albums »


king sits
On his arrogant throne
Away and above and apart
Bankers assure him
That he needn't care
And greed makes a stone of
What once was a heart
and black Queen Omega
Who was sit upon the throne ey
Then I say to myself
Let the praises begin now let the trumpet sound
Rastafari name in a the village
Carnal lust dwells
In the mind of the angel
Who sits at his feet of his master
And God - heaven alone
Can no longer please him,
After glimpse
of the Falkland Islands war
You head home and you're accosted by a youngster wearin' robes
And wanting money for his God who sits upon a plastic throne
You
of Him
Who sits on the throne
And from the wrath of the Lamb
For the great day of His wrath has come
Hide us from the presence of Him
For the great
Come shout, come sing of the great Sea King
And the fame that now hags over him Who once did sweep over the vanquished deep
And drove the world
to leave
The pot of gold is only make-believe
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church

We sat in
places his feet
Upon the frozen ground
A wind of evil sweeps him by
He who holds the flame,
Who stands up straight
Upon thee I will lay my blasphemy
You
up the game, I've got to leave
The pot of gold is only make-believe
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose
and glory and power
Forever and ever
To Him who sits on the throne
The Face Of Him Who Sits On The
Throne
And From The Wrath Of The Lamb
For A Great Day Has Come And Who Can Stand?"
(Part III)
THE GOLDEN CENSER
Seal VII
I
His strength grew with every stride,
he was healthy as an ox.
No one would stop him.

You live by the sword,
and die by the sword.
Avenge everyone
when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I
when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I
And an angel descended to roll back the stone
To serve almighty Jesus who sits now on the throne

His countenance like lightning, His clothing white as snow
at the foot of the throne of God.
North, aye, North, through a land accursed, shunned by the scouring brutes,
And all I heard was my own harsh word
Alone he sits 
A vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne,
Presiding o'er this conflict
That chills him to the bone,
For each tarnished blade that
I've given up the game, I've got to leave,
The pot of gold is only make-believe.
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead
won't put up no more with
Those who try to make us clones
We find ourselves in the blood
Of He who sits on the throne

So, so lost I just can't find
and bliss.
The golden throne of the tetgrammaton is ablaze,
Satanic majesty sits proud, the joyous drones of celebration

Enact scenes of blasphemy, lust
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
the soldiers who couldn't make it
Take shit forever, that's my position, part of my condition
Is to long live the tradition of the stick 'n' move
Get ya tools
would Bob do?

I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
is mine and what's mine is yours
Arise and sit on the throne, prepare for your beauty, rise beauty rise, beauty rise
And we say with one heart