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On the Level: The Best of Level 42 (Level 42) · Hands to Heaven (Christian Bautista) · Heaven in My Hands [Promo] (Level 42) · Hands to Heaven [Warner] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Classic Level 42 [DVD] (Level 42) · A Deeper Level: Live [CD/DVD] (Israel) · Soul Heaven Presents Digital Heaven (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hands All Over [CD/DVD] (Maroon 5) · Put Your Hands Up [Video/DVD] (Chuck Brown) · New Level (A$AP Ferg) – and 90 other albums »


in heaven if he won't bend his knees
I will slay the Devil in hell if he doesn't grant my needs

God in your heaven, hear what I say
Devin in hell,
around you by far
People living under bridges or in a car
Heaven for the super rich who call it modern living
But the Man from the east calls it
that you were in heaven
Platinum gold a house and a car
But poverty all around you by far
People living under bridges or in a car
Heaven for
might get fooled if you come from out of town 
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around

Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly 
But you
might get fooled if you come from out of town 
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around

Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly 
But you
at a coffee shop in Aussie (Aussie)
But around here, loving coco’s the bomb
Meanwhile so many people are taken out by the hands of Boko Haram
Aw yeah?!

They
might get fooled if you come from out of town 
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around

Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly 
But you
they all hits

I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half
Slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS
Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent
When I put shit
In the little town of Candor in the last year of my youth
I learned the final lesson of the levels to the truth
My father was a farmer he'd go
hand arrow
Chasing a dollar, in an Impala
White trash heart throb, mellow yellow
Drinking hard liquor, brauds get on my level
I'm hotter than
cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain

	{oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it
	 nitrogen levels.. check it}

[Prince Poetry]
like an attorney I'll
Cross-examine
Your rhymes of my design
And I'm styill standing
Tall
As the competition falls
In actuality ain't no competition
cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain

	{oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it
	 nitrogen levels.. check it}

[Prince Poetry]
had me like Christina Aguiler-why

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin' out
had me like Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screaming out
had me like Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screaming out
yours
I bet you that we’ve been scarred by the same swords
So we are not so unalike
Apart from the fact I live my life in the light and now i’m trapped
Walk in we'l prepared climbin the stairways
To heaven while you scared of the people livin under
Ground heard the sound of the clap made you wonder
If
there
When I struggled and persevered  

I was alone chasing passion but protected my wealth
Fell in love with the moonlight when I projected my
yours
I bet you that we’ve been scarred by the same swords
So we are not so unalike
Apart from the fact I live my life in the light and now I’m trapped
on the floor
Head in the sky, hand on a panhandle a bum begging for more
Someone peg him as old, a stegosaurus oppose
My gumball's big and bold no regular so
[Leatha Face]
To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock
Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box
My enemies heart
'em til my own hands start bleedin 
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin 
From 12 am to 12 pm in the evening 
With three
gettin' caught up
In soft skin and hard luck
(Stuck) in between tryin' to stick
And makin' my pick
Feelin' more like a brick
As every day went by
I would
and the devil pouted
Hell is crowded full of people that's 'bout it, 'bout it
But I strive to be God's man and proud about it
Hands in the air for Jesus my price