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Albums:

Mass Choir Gospel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel, Vol. 2 (New Jersey Mass Choir of the GMWA) · Best of the Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Best of Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir (Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir Superset [Light] (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Music of Mass Destruction: Live From Chicago (Anthrax) · Music of Mass Destruction: Live from Chicago (Anthrax) – and 90 other albums »


Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations
This is your station baby

Look inside these walls and you see them
through
You don't know what I've been through
This is how you can get your brake though tonight

Choir: Reach up and Get it
(Come on reach up by faith)
Furniture in my nesting 
But by force I'm suggesting 
Ya count your blessings 

I've got love and assurance 
I've got new health insurance 
And I've got
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
a sunburn
Wakes me up from a deep sleep

I parked on the street out in front of St. Mary's
I watched people leave, from the mass in the evening
With my
can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
trouble up ahead
Don't get into a state
Where you wish you were dead
Just take your time and do

What you believe is right
It could turn out to be
the wrong nigga
Don't expect me to be pimping get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leaving 'em in the dust
So keep that clean up out of your
home my home
My heart's an autoclave
My heart's an autoclave

When I try to open up to you I get completely lost
Houses swallowed by the earth,
bein ourself 
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat 
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat 
While we ask no
be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call
Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them all?
In
the petrified both fled
Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call
fire,
As you sit there and pray you'll get carried away by the choir.
And the incense is sweet, takes you right off your feet, makes you higher.
the total mass retain

Down at the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down

In her
fire,
As you sit there and pray you'll get carried away by the choir.
And the incense is sweet, takes you right off your feet, makes you higher.
me and my wretched plight
Looks like I'm gonna have to get it right this time
But I'm here to tell you that it's not all bad
Count your blessings
Extra, extra
Read all about it
Extra, extra
We heard the good news

We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm
and Grammys
Give those to your family, don't get caught up in the vanity
Or the world's insanity

Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
see it's hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
How I will beat you just like your father, don't even bother
However nigga,
dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man Skeet so
hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain

If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your

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