Lyrics:
I remember Bahamadia told me once, when she was rollin' around with Guru
That he rolled up on this wack MC and said,
"You cannot test the lyrical
praise my god
He's been good to me
I don't have to wait for money
I am surely blessed
I don't have to pray for the promise
It will come by faith
I don't
unleashing the Holy Ghost
Stand by me you just might catch it
It spread like wild fire
I be sangin out to God and I ain't even join the choir
The devil lookin'
So
I had an epiphany when I was about to write this song, I was like
Y'know what Jay? Jay you kinda nice bruh
By God's grace of course, yeah
In fact
fruit a ton
and everyone by God’s hand.
(Choir)
O please just feed us.
We need some real love.
We need your hands around us.
Help us.
O please just feed
Thinks hes a sinner
So he sins and keeps running
If you feel convicted
You've got to Repent
So blessings Keep coming
Why hide from God Sit down
[Buckshot, Ice-T]
Buckshot, he be the emcee
What, watch your step
[Buckshot Shorty]
Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell
god he died for my sins cause
If not that would be the lonely chapter
You better hold me back cause
Ima little grenade the way I explode for God
Like I
trainer, he's my logic explainer
Conversations through our combination
He told me, "Stick and move," and "Different rules apply to different women"
Some
Brooklyn got the funk
Uptown got the funk
East/West/Northside got the funk
L.A. got the funk
Boogie Down got the funk
Queens do got the funk
that, real like that
Where my Brooklyn niggas at?
Why, it got to be like that
Straight like that, real like that
Where my Queens niggas at?
Why, it
wey dey for fire
I just scream hallelujah
Singing praise like say I be choir
Barrack boy no stain
Am feeling so high, fly pass aeroplane
God turn my
descends infinite levels
Pray to God I see the next, re-scripture in Holy text then
ask to be forgiven for premarital sex
In the same breath I speak
Called himself Ishmael when he
Flipped the fishscale
Slit wide open, pulled out the entrails
Stumbled out dark stairwell, light two ounces
Blood
Thanking God he blessing me with these divine omens
I see that boy Imma pull that trigger don't care if my fingers frozen
Walking round the Heidelberg
Conversation with God, pray I make it out the slums
Granny fell apart when they gave her baby dub
I just fell out with my nigga, tried to play me
the freak
So meet me in the bed, I ain't tryin sleep
Can I prove to a nigga I'm an angel in the flesh
If you believe in God, don't you know He sent the best
the east
The peace cursed for life
By the mark of the beast
Raised by peeps rode jeeps
Deep in Brooklyn beats
Praised as a hero
Who came up off
the east
The peace cursed for life
By the mark of the beast
Raised by peeps rode jeeps
Deep in Brooklyn beats
Praised as a hero
Who came up off
of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies
He has gained the victory!
He who on the cross did suffer!
He who from the grave arose!
He has vanquished sin
As he reaches for the book
To tell of Christmas long ago,
Written by the hand of Luke.
He’ll read that story one more time
Of angels we have heard
in the sight of the Lord.
And he will lift you up.
And he will lift you up.
(AU :)
In the beginning the word was framed
and all things were created by
God picked us out as humans
To take care of the earth
But He also called to take care of one another
He called us to love one another
He has called
nyankopon ( You are the God of ancient days)
Wo ne asafo Yehowa (You are the Lord of hosts
*INTERLUDE 2*
He is the Great l am
The King of Kings and the Lord
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