Lyrics:
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame
Surrounded by black women, West African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my
will)
Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams
Homicide scene, perfect world
By any means get cream
Just don't let it come
Lift up your heads
O ye gates (yes)
Open up ye ancient doors
Let the King of Glory come in
We speak to our hearts
Lift up your head, oh ye gates
hands.
She was born to rule these desert lands.
( Vocals Mike: )
[A sacrifice.
A life arises, when one love has come, another dies.
I let her go
to Chatham Manor
My dream girl's behind me, feel like I'm James Early
The type of worship make Jesus come back a day early
With the faith
you see through the lies
The devil a liar he come as sheep he really a wolf in disguise
Don't let him fool you don't let him deceive you know that's he
To the heart of man
Let us bring our offering
Let us worship at his feet
Let us bring our offering
Let us worship at his feet
Let us bring our offering
Let us
Amen
Let's worship into that tonight church
Teach us to be your hands
Loving the broken helping the hurting
and guiding the lost
Teach us to be
and I am concerned
About idiots, posing as kings
What are we here to rule, I thought we're 'sposed to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us begin
so no-one can ignore Your light
We want this city to bow its knees
And come to worship the King of kings
And all together we will proclaim
"You
Not ever. To all those who supported our campaign, I'm humbled by the faith you placed in us. To all those who did not support us, let me say this. Hear
to welcome You in
So sing to the One who purchased our peace
Come and worship by the blood
Lift up a shout, all you grateful redeemed
Let His word dwell richly
Your Spirit will touch us
We'll let it burn
And draw us in like an artist
Looking upon his portrait
Bringing things to completion
You finish what you
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
Huh,
it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you
here to rule?
I thought we were supposed to sing
And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak
turn, and I am concerned
About idiots posing as kings
What are we here to rule?
I thought we were supposed to sing
And if we oughta sing, then let us
posing as kings
What are we here to rule?
I thought we were supposed to sing
And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach
Many of you are
soft.
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
worship themselves by the way that they live
All these rappers say they got guns that spray off 16
I've got a Luke 9 that can take all 16
That's
Talk like Christ (Christ)
Let us be
Set and clean
Fruit produced by heaven's King
VERSE
Let us be clean
Reproduce the character
Smile you're on camera jackass
Bam Margera
That's the thing though
This gringos favorite lingo
Beginnin to let the ink flow
For the jingle
Why do
are you ready to do are you ready to do 1 2 3 go
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
We have come to worship Christ the King
To give Him
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