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Live Psalm 69 Tour (Ministry) · Passages Series: 23rd Psalm (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Psalm 9 (Trouble) · Psalm 9 (Trouble) · Psalm 69: The Way to Succeed & The Way to Suck Eggs (Ministry) · Psalm 9 [Bonus DVD] (Trouble) · Psalm 9 (Trouble) · Psalm 69: The Way to Succeed & The Way to Suck Eggs (Ministry) · 23rd Psalm (The New Zion Gospel (Apostolic Church Choir)) · Psalm 69 [Import] (Ministry) – and 4 other albums »
CHORUS Distarnish Priest Distarnish Priest I'm clean, washed in blood Sanctified inside out Oh I'm dead to Satan's grasp Justified by the cross VERSE
FROM THE 27TH FLOOR (Proverbs 13:4) I AIN'T NO TRAIN STOPPING SUPER MAN NO MORE (Psalms 6:2) BLACK OUT NIGHT IN PHILLY, THINGS WERE GETTING KINDA SILLY
and shuttered by the wind To tell the tale of Lydia, her legacy begins uprising Unveiling the absurdity in the tragedy of man And it's hero the all seeing worm
gotta make loot, can't afford to be cute Enter the equilibrium in a medium Breaking your cranium with no ultimatum Drop a psalm like a bomb, never
Dame Listen, they're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves - They
psalms I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical This is for my soldier niggas looking in the mirror who Sitting home scratching off serials eating cereal The way we
be lounger Aliens is out of townish fuck applause niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty fours Is it all fair in love with war
like a mall with no security The dopest vocalist With my third eye, I focus with I proceed, flow with the speed of an INDY motorist There's more
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
muthafuckin free. this for all the real Niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me? no limit style. Told y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit. [bun b] You
gats wit no feeling Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building Teach them 'bout the game of life, it's thug livin', we all die I don't
never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin,