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The Lincolns they drive down the Audubon mile
Kissing Antebellum ideologies 

Now there’s corn liquor in the baptist church
Bringing Corn liquor to the baptist

(Dubba-AA flex, this is the sound)
Oh-oh
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Oh-oh

Let the church (church, uh)
Say, "Amen" (say, "Amen")
Bless the street with

Baptist the habit of sections
Divide
The church changing
Rappers repping God hate sinners
So am I
I is
Sinner for life
Die of flesh
Saint cuz God says win

Remember our fore fathers tears
Inna sugar cane field for so many years
Dem suffer and live inna fear
Dem destroy mi father land for so many years 

proud of something
Not they even done
Raising church for militaries
Baptist with the gun

Prisoners of rain are paying
Taxes for an air
Never smiling,

The Three Immortals

Jedi Mind Tricks

The Psycho-Social, Chemical, Biological and Electo-Magnetic Manipulation of Human Consciou

1997

to the abode of the damned
immortal like vampires
setting fires in the caverns of the unholy
oh the ancients, a hope of Abraham
send you to the sacred land

Born in Jamaica
It's the promise land
The people are so beautiful
You'll love them my friend
Born in Jamaica
Lived there till I was ten
It's the land

Don't care 'bout crashin'
Pop a ton of asprin
Poppin' 'till I'm passin'
Kicked outta heaven for harassin' a baptist
So I burned the church and smoked

Revelation Baptist Church, a young nigga sung a hymn
Now you see me rockin' shows, plus I'm focused on a M
Matter fact a hunnit
I ain't worried bout these

To the bottlebrush outside the Baptist Church
And there's a cult passed through
And you took me down
To an old duplex in the poor part of town
And he lay his hands

Baptist church or so
He freed her mind from Evil, filthy lust and gore
Now she writes at Christmas, there are angels on her cards

Monica Malony – she’s in

Baptist church or so
He freed her mind from Evil, filthy lust and gore
Now she writes at Christmas, there are angels on her cards

Monica Malony – she’s in

Scatch

Turn me up
On the headphones a lil bit

Street G, Swear to God
Moneybag with a loaded gun?
Slay queen, Swear to God
Sugar daddy no lover boy?

of silence
American school and we in church too (Don't shoot)
Shooting, shooting, shooting, we the prey
Always shoot (Prey)
I'mma be trill, you should be

coupe
everybody wanna come and tame 
and everybody playing that booth
but like that sugar up and like that sugar stuff
I come through blowing everyday

‘bout all the times I could chill with friends
This land is land of lost friends, like Gilligan 
(I can tell you lost your way, and that’s okay 
I just

stress you out, pray about it, or you go to church
Upper class treat the lower class like some fuckin’ trash
Work your ass off and still be lower than

and obey, go to church and pray

This is how they want you, poisoned by sugar and lies   
This is how they love you, stupid 'till you die

like a bunch old white niggas,brining back the band
Land o lake slick,don't slip fucking with the man
Pig n a Glock,drop niggas faster than quicksand
We

I got to go back to church again too, God is everywhere
But they need to accept God
That's what you should say

Dear God
Please do not
Take my mother

money
I pray so I know it's comin', I went to church every Sunday
Youngin slidin' and punchin', we gave 'em deals in the country
I make a bitch grab

The Wasteland

Chumbawamba

First 2 LP's

1991

around
Sprinkle sugar on the dog shit
And we'll keep the figures down
Never let the left hand
See what's in the right
No-one's any wiser

My friends and enemies 
Blurry 
Like Sugar mixed with salt 
The rose that grew From concrete 
They tried cover with maltch 
They couldnt cover results

look dirty an shabby. But lie a nuh hobby go tell it to daddy an He will forgive if yuh tell Him yuh sorry. You slide outta church like a butter an honey