Lyrics:
I hear the reverberation of hymns sung in church-Latin
Tumbling down the halls alongside your memory
The organ's coughing out its dulcet screams
And I'm alone again, which is always it seems
And the only ones keeping me company are
The father, the son, and the holy ghost
I have no heartbeat anymore
It vanished when you fell off the earth
The sun takes longer to rise than it used to
Don't ask me why
And the stars are a little dimmer I think, too
Don't ask me why, I don't know why
Just walk on you used to
Just walk on by
Like you used to
I prayed to enter the convent:
At least, the nuns, Brides
Of Christ, ecstasy burned all the time.
No shame, no closet nuns:
Rocking in church, Latin grit in throats,
They carried their rosary dicks,
Crucifixes on their chains,
Seemed immaculate still,
Unsullied beneath the veil.
I'm leaving Greenhaven's towers of stone
Where the Latin population will soon be minus one.
Time is an ocean of endless tears.
I know how hard it's been for you these many years,
You say the Aguinaldo makes you dream of home
Where once we strolled the beach at El Malecon
Go back don't you worry, I am your grown-up son.
I'm leaving Greenhaven's towers of stone
Where the Latin population will soon be minus one.
Time is an ocean of endless tears.
I know how hard it's been for you these many years,
You say the Aguinaldo makes you dream of home
Where once we strolled the beach at El Malecon
Go back don't you worry, I am your grown-up son.
m leaving greenhaven?s towers of stone
Where the latin population will soon be minus one.
Sal & salvador
Time is an ocean of endless tears
Sal
I know how hard it?
He's an old altar boy
Lying out there in the street
He's an old altar
Bound up in leather and chains
And that's why I'm feeling so blue
I'm an old altar boy
What about you?
Now, I can order in Latin
Make it, "Au gratin, Joe"
I'm an old altar boy
That's why I'm so depressed
I never got the rest of the dream
Just the ritual, now I'm habitual
Majoring in crimes that are
Unspeakable, because I'm an old
Altar boy, that's what happened to me
I'm an old altar boy he's hoping
He can meet a woman dressed
Like a nun, he knows there's got to
Be some around here, drinking across
From the church a little Father Cribari wine
On a Sunday morn time
I'm an old altar boy
Why is he winking at this time
Of his life, he never took a wife
He's an old altar boy
What about you?
Cross-references to defend
Reverend's answers in Genesis
First you read Velvet Elvis, then some Bart Ehrman
No one ever sounded so intelligent
Now dress him up in flannelgraph to model metaphysics
Roasted at the table of sophisticates
He's the dead tongue Latin mass, the church plant that doesn't last
He's whatever you want to dismiss
I want to get angry, but I cannot
We were all true believers
All my friends, we used to skate
Little WWJDers
All our bands broke up and so did childlike faith
Shelter in the branches of
That Bazan album you love
You said it dealt with doubt so honestly
Babe, I didn't doubt your sincerity
But it planted an image in your brain
With just a little poetic turn of phrase
About misbehaving and magic trees
At seventeen you're deconstructing
But we were all true believers
All my friends, we used to skate
Little WWJDers
All our bands broke up and so did childlike faith
But something said in Gethsemane
It's never left me
It's something I haven't found easy to shake
When I was caught in adultery
I saw him drawing me into
A large startling figure 8
But from a far-off distance, they can size up
And crush us between two fingers
That's just how it feels
But I see you flashing like fire
For the half-blind and beleaguered
You're a large startling figure
He went to them, they turned away
He just wanted something to eat
A place to love, a place to pray
In God we trust, and it's okay
He said, "I'm black, latin, and gay
I went to them, they turned away"
Where life is holding you down
And you're having trouble finding peace
You gotta be brave
Be brave, until you're bleeding
Where life is holding you hard in a
Place that it don't want to be
You gotta posh life
'Cause life is all you need
We live a posh life
And the world says we're not
Brave until we bleed
You gotta trust in the future of us
Believe posh life we live a posh life
We're nothing but our leather and our dreams
You gotta trust in the future of us
Believe posh life
Posh life posh life
Posh life, until we bleed
Grew up north of the Florida Bay
Nineteen, moved to the big city
To find a dream, to find a way
Ooh, burning concrete of lower east
Inscribing sharpie William's "H"
Passionately only serving him, yeah
Where life is holding you down
And you're having trouble finding peace
You gotta be brave
Be brave, until you're bleeding
Where life is holding you hard in a
Place that it don't want to be
You gotta posh life
'Cause life is all you need
We live a posh life
And the world says we're not
Brave until we bleed
You gotta trust in the future of us
Believe posh life we live a posh life
We're nothing but our leather and our dreams
You gotta trust in the future of us
Believe posh life
We live a posh life a posh life
Posh life, until we bleed posh like
We live a posh life posh life
Posh life, until we bleed
This ain't no chapel
Ain't no Pauper's prison
We love this posh life for just one reason
We got each other when
The church ain't giving
We love this posh life for just one reason
We live a posh life
The world says we're not brave until we bleed
You gotta trust in the future of us believe
We live a posh life
We're nothing but our leather and our dreams
You gotta trust in the future of us
Believe posh life
We live a posh life a posh life
Posh life, until we bleed posh like
We live a posh life posh life
Posh life, until we bleed
Another big news story of year concerned the ecumenical council in Rome
Known as Vatican II
Among the things they did
In an attempt to make the church more commercial
Was to introduce the vernacular into portions of the mass, to replace Latin
And to widen somewhat the range of music permissible in the liturgy
But I feel that if they really wanna sell the product in-
In this secular age
What they ought to do is to redo some of the liturgical music in popular song forms
I have a modest example here
It's called the Vatican Rag
First you get down on your knees
Fiddle with your rosaries
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect
Do whatever steps you want if
You have cleared them with the pontiff
Everybody say his own Kyrie, eleison
Doin' the Vatican Rag
Get in line in that processional
Step into that small confessional
There the guy who's got religion'll
Tell you if your sin's original
If it is, try playin' it safer
Drink the wine and chew the wafer
Two, four, six, eight
Time to transubstantiate
So get down upon your knees
Fiddle with your rosaries
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect
Make a cross on your abdomen
When in Rome do like a Roman
Ave Maria, gee it's good to see ya
Gettin' ecstatic and sorta dramatic and
Doin' the Vatican Rag
Another big news story of year concerned the ecumenical council in Rome
Known as Vatican II
Among the things they did
In an attempt to make the church more commercial
Was to introduce the vernacular into portions of the mass, to replace Latin
And to widen somewhat the range of music permissible in the liturgy
But I feel that if they really wanna sell the product in-
In this secular age
What they ought to do is to redo some of the liturgical music in popular song forms
I have a modest example here
It's called the Vatican Rag
First you get down on your knees
Fiddle with your rosaries
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect
Do whatever steps you want if
You have cleared them with the pontiff
Everybody say his own Kyrie, eleison
Doin' the Vatican Rag
Get in line in that processional
Step into that small confessional
There the guy who's got religion'll
Tell you if your sin's original
If it is, try playin' it safer
Drink the wine and chew the wafer
Two, four, six, eight
Time to transubstantiate
So get down upon your knees
Fiddle with your rosaries
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect
Make a cross on your abdomen
When in Rome do like a Roman
Ave Maria, gee it's good to see ya
Gettin' ecstatic and sorta dramatic and
Doin' the Vatican Rag
Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us
Most high we trust, other than that
Everybody suspect, don't bother come test
Funk Flex blastin' with it, I'm masterin' it
Linda Carter of the rap game
With gold bangles on my wrists, latin' chicks on the map mayn
Man the game plan's arran-gin
A house on the hills of the main-land, get on board
Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep
Confess sometimes I roll deep
Underestimating mine is to not know me
I, analyze, every situation
And I rise to any occasion
And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm
Runnin' the streets, in do me clothes with a
Sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas
I'm a saint and all
I got my stains and blood
And I regret the sabbath
Maybe they just picked me wrong
Maybe I'm the wrong guy
Sittin' on the dock of sorrow
And if I'll live today
Be sure I won't live tomorrow
Maybe I'm the one instead
And after all I set the fire
For all of us who died in bed
For all of us who died in bed
Be sure I won't live today
There's life for a grumpy man
Who sits on his bench all day
And blasts about heaven and hell
Be sure I won't cry today
Cause I don't believe in tears
And all that shit that you've learned
And all that stuff about love
I'm a saint and all
I got some sweat on my lures
And bloody my bloody sun
That make my life more sweet
You'd say I'm a prophet from hell
I know just a season, a church
Whose name is written in Latin
On all of my elegy bells
Maybe I'm the one instead
And after all I set the fire
For all of us who died in bed
For all of us who died in bed
Maybe I'm the one instead
And after all I set the fire
For all of us who died in bed
For all of us who died in bed
Be sure I won't live today
There's life for a grumpy man
Who sits on his bench all day
And blasts about heaven and hell
Be sure I won't cry today
Cause I don't believe in tears
And all that shit that you've Learned
And all that stuff about love
My girl got a big purse with a purse in it
And her pussy so clean I can go to church in it!
Oh Lord, O-M-G, I am the O-N-E
How ya like me now, it's cool but she want more D
Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste and I'm bout to buy a case (leggo)
'Cause girl I'm just a bird
Don't make me make you fall in love
Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
'Cause girl I'm just a bird,
I'm just another bird,
Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
Bon appetite, they obsolete, you know talk is cheap so don't say a word
Cheep, cheep, chicken talk, I'm flipping birds, fuck y'all
Mustard, ketchup, I take pills, expert
Kitchen all Pyrex'd up, if my dick talked it would say "next up"
Me and yo girl networked, now she wanna know my net worth
Wood grain, chestnut, titty fuck, chest nut!
Underground in they casket, ancestors turning
I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen
What do we own?
My girl got a big purse with a purse in it
And her pussy so clean I can go to church in it!
Oh Lord, O-M-G, I am the O-N-E
How ya like me now, it's cool but she want more D
Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste and I'm bout to buy a case (leggo)
'Cause girl I'm just a bird
Don't make me make you fall in love
Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
'Cause girl I'm just a bird,
I'm just another bird,
Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
Bon appetite, they obsolete, you know talk is cheap so don't say a word
Cheep, cheep, chicken talk, I'm flipping birds, fuck y'all
Mustard, ketchup, I take pills, expert
Kitchen all Pyrex'd up, if my dick talked it would say "next up"
Me and yo girl networked, now she wanna know my net worth
Wood grain, chestnut, titty fuck, chest nut!
Ancestors turning
I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazareth
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen
What do we own?
well don't ask me
I don't know the tomatey, but it is good for my paypee
I don't know that great, the tomate
But me and the tomate, at the feds we are irate
I plate the tomate and I shove it down my gate
The tomate and my stomach acids integrate
I don't know that great the tomate
But me and the tomate at the feds we are irate
During our research into the catholic church
We stumbled upon knowledge that made our stomachs lurch
For centuries the church kept the bible in latin
To lock out lower classes while the clergy would fatten
Only monks and scholars had the privilege of knowledge
The lower class was not one that they'd even acknowledge
Those not of the church were not allowed to practice
Tis not an action now they may try to retract-us
They perpetuate systemic inequality
Wringing all the masses of their jollity
The tomate is a scholar of the highest degree
Its scholarly on the topic of equality
And thus I plate the tomate and shove it down my gate
The tomate and my stomach acids integrate
I don't know that great, the tomate
Because me and tomate don't get intimate
I plate the tomate and I shove it down my gate
The tomate and my stomach acids integrate
I don't know that great, the tomate
But me and the tomate, at the feds we are irate
I plate the tomate and I shove it down my gate
The tomate and my stomach acids integrate
I don't know that great, the tomate
Because me and tomate don't get intimate
What is the tomate?
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbing students, grabbing teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cutting class, passing my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The tables turned now, got my own label I earn
Like that nigga said in "Dead Presidents," money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect, Nas is a vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggas is this and that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings, the bloods los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up, right?
On the soil, taking precaution
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh
... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
They left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh
These youngsters ain't listening, they disrespecting me
Ain't no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh
...
Diddy)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is
[Black Rob]
Hey , back on the scene
Ain't nuthin' changed
Still doin' wild things
Whippin' something mean
The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off
For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour
When we hit the sick, I'm the cure
We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
Ain't nobody botherin' you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you
Immigration always sayin' I'm harboring a few
Illegal aliens
Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans
The top story, evening news
I'm the shit, they been deceiving you
Drop the roof on the Coupe D'Ville
Shoot to kill
Ask niggas, Duke is real
Stay lookin' for the loot to steal
He determined
Don't try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin'
I want my glory
Duke is not a joke, and I ain't gotta story
Every time I grab the mic it's with the sole intent
To rip shots and give you 2OO percent
Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt
Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp
Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers
Not only sayin' mine, but sayin' theirs
That's cause my dogs ain't there
[Chorus: x2]
The more hits we make, more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
It don't matter who's hot, who's out
Bad Boy is Back For Good Now
[Loon]
Hey yo, I'm fresh off the plane
Trying to get a little bit of stress off my brain
M-I-A
Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees
Arm freeze, mom please, ain't nothin' but cheese
Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze
Watchin' DVDs on 5O inch screens
So cut it out, you ain't now Don Juan, please
I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans
I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me
Pop bottles, models, be all on me
You all goin' see how it's all gon' be
Front on me and see where you all gon' be
Six feet deep
When the heat seek, niggas be misty
From 155th to 11Oth Street
Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the fuck want a problem now?
Yeah we can have this going while we recording
On some soulful shit
Shout out to Creda
I tell her
Keep sucking you don’t need to stop
Get a little buzz while the ganja spark
Brought her best friend
She just want to watch
Gold Michael Kors
Got a brand new watch
And uh
I’m Leo so I brag a lot
With my knights at the table
Like I’m Camelot
I’m old school Rest In Peace to Pac
Riding low with a four
And a beat to knock
I’m EastSide till my heart is stopped
Smoking peace and pipe
Out in the parking lot
Keep live for days
Got the cypher locked
Remember past ways
Used to trap a lot
And
Now a days I keep the watch on top
Call it watching the throne
Cause it’s where I belong
Focused off of pheromones
Push pressure break levees
She was Super Dome
Tali
Speak a little Latin
Bad day slick tired from work
Tired from work
Tired from work
Start sinning
Please take him to church
When life blows
Shawty going to work
She going work
She going work
Downtown she going to work
Bad day slick tired from work
Tired from work
Tired from work
Start sinning
Please take him to church
When life blows
Shawty going to work
She going work
She going work
Speak a lil Latin
[E-40]
I like this Rick Rock
I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin
Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan
How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it
The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick
The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth
The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
[Chorus]
(Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes)
They might be taping
(Aww man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose)
They might be taping
(Naw man, you think they taping?)
Uhh
Breath smell like kibbles and bits
Bitch niggas keep on talking that shit
por favor don't get hit in yo lip
Uhh
Snitching on the homie ain't that bitch
Pig Latin out the side of yo head
Los told me keep yo sol to they neck
Uhh
I keep my spirit away from the bread
Separate like state and the church
Money never bring me no happiness
Uhh
Tryna stay
Outta the mix
Outta mix
Uhh uhh uhhh
Hit it one time like I am Saitama
Yea, Yea
She wanna fuck
All summer long
Yea, Yea
Want her to suck on my dick
She put the coke on her lip
Said the lil bitch was pure
Think that lil shordie from Boise
Idaho head look like tato chip
Fucked on her sister her cousin too
Top from aunty her grand mama
Sorry I'm really not sorry boo
Mastered the art of the disrespect
If you feel some type of way I guess
I still won't get out my bag bitch
Till all my young niggas dragging
Uhh
Breath smell like kibbles and bits
Bitch niggas keep on talking that shit
por favor don't get hit in yo lip
Uhh
Snitching on the homie ain't that bitch
Pig Latin out the side of yo head
Los told me keep yo sol to they neck
Uhh
I keep my spirit away from the bread
Separate like state and the church
Money never bring me no happiness
Uhh
Tryna stay
Outta the mix
Outta mix
Uhh uhh uhhh
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbing students, grabbing teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cutting class, passing my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The tables turned now, got my own label I earn
Like that nigga said in "Dead Presidents," money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect, Nas is a vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggas is this and that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings, the bloods los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up, right?
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