Lyrics:
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They say god love his people I am not a believer
I am not a receiver of his heavenly blessings
I’m confused as a ?, chasing green got me stressing
werewolves
Fear reigns over the land
people pray to God, the one that ours slew
Now the world must feel our wrath!
Our intentions are as impure as a vermin
Never touch a black man radio
And what I mean by that
Is that I see right past your bullshit trying to play me ho
Oh. Call me in the middle
the same
Cause it was later on that year
The winter that our mama died
When I told Virgil I don't wanna hear
About love and peace inside
Cause if this God
caution
They'll be supporting
For things ya fortune can get
To be from Austin
You see he God sent
To be so fortunate
Misses, Mister Whoever, I pray
don't own
Enough boats, to be shipping in no bundles of coke
I can't advertise, on killin' my folks, who dead broke
While I'm thinkin' of my ancestors,
don't own
Enough boats, to be shipping in no bundles of coke
I can't advertise, on killin' my folks, who dead broke
While I'm thinkin' of my ancestors,
Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture
Um, may I have some water please?
Ah, no worries at all
I don't mean to cry and get emotional, but all this just bothers me
Yeah, it's alright,
By the time the fruit was tasted the fall was long in the cards
By the time the earth was shaking we all were rattled hard.
My oh my it's been like
a cleaver
Um excuse me, yesss should I talk about the scriptures
They say that boy is off way off don't get the picture
All I know is Jesus died for me I was
I used to be an avenging angel
To you to me to everyone I was Lucifer
Was the name that was given to me
By God
But then one day
I was
of everything that we want. Don't panic.
And from a distance it seems that the water will wash panic away.
Oh my lord, believe.
Thereâ??s no need for
illumination sees no path to forgiveness
When the one who defies the lord is cast out forever
Banishment from the house of
God is not what I fear
For his
in his head
Shit Killa ran home
Took some advil and pulled the
Bullet out on his own
A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge
We just stick
living by the book
We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy
Never do dirt in our own land
That shit's forbidden, G
Hoxha singing from the top
[Chorus]
Praise your God, Lord have mercy
My mother warned me, my father cursed me
Grand design, time to meet yo' maker
Go on honey shake yo'
the other one's to blame
Neither one'll ever give in so we gaze at an eight by ten
A thinkin' bout the things that might have been
And it's a dirty dirty
one can ever hurt me
Because I'm ill (like what)
Like herpies
And I really don't give a damn who you are
Mr.Funky man all hail I'm da funkular
Holy harcore jesus christ
Knocking our religious life
Live by Crass, die by the sword
We're punk rock servants of the lord
You say that all you
harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids
No question, murder perfection dog
I'm runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
God knows
the juice
I call it melanin print I was bred in the roots
Fresh like ah
Dantè ahh
God came and took a niga right out the slums
Fresh out the water making
[Chorus 2X: DMC]
The wife, the kids, the things, I did
I'm lookin at my life and how I lived
Is it negative, is it positive
Only God knows what it
I don't feel a thing or I'm getting better at hiding it
I get it popping nigga either way
Remember talking to God told him I need a way
Got a couple
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