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hardly can believe
That you've been given favor by His Holy Majesty

Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord

This fourth
on earth deserves the praises that we sing
Jesus, may you receive the honor that you're due (the honor that you're due)
O Lord, I bring an offering to you
guaranteed soul-crushing merry-go-round
But it driven you straight into the ground
Driven you down

And the three greatest gifts of moving on
Are forgiveness,
We just want what we cannot have
We've driven so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all night cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales
there be? He's dead.
You said they hung him, put nails in His hands
And a crown of thorns on His head."
I said, "I'll read it again but this time
miracles to heal
Watch your life now fade
He's not there to help you die...

4: 
Raised upon repulsive lies
From the time we were born
Driven into
I heard it on the radio, the 6 o'clock news 
Don't you be driven when you get on the booze 
The sheriff's on the TV waving his hand 
We're really
a test
We're bringing just enough stress to keep this microphone in check
And if you read between my lie I'll take you step by step by step
Protect
Can't take much more
(Here we go, here we go, here we go)

One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
all life's relations one thing stays the same
Never take more than you will repay
So we count the score even
'cause the miles he had driven
Were for
Driven insane by it's rhythm, but fuck
I never gave, see his mind's in the grave
And most of you niggas praise the ways we was raised
It must be that weed
head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You won't fall for that
You always jump and quiver
When you're coming in to land
With no runway, no guidance
No nails dug into my hand

We could ask whoever we want
We could
a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat
Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do
Christ, they wanted
Mississippi
In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat
Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do
don't have to guess
De La Soul posse consists of three
And that's the magic number

This here piece of the pie
Is not dessert but the course that we
teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye stained ocean read
Battle won, a victor's pride, the three men thanked the Lord and cried
"Praise God, praise God,
[Music & lyrics - P. Craddick]

I am weighed down by this pain
I am blackened by this stain
But I can't complain
We have to choose and deal with
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we
driven by necessity,
She is the mother of invention.
God bless the working men -
Slaves three score years and ten,
Who never beg for divine intervention.
for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all

Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will
there be? He's dead.
You said they hung him, put nails in His hands
And a crown of thorns on His head."
I said, "I'll read it again but this time
that dwells within your gates 
We wish you ten times more 

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum,
merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty, we hope
all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all

Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we