Lyrics:
bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory!
on promises and
Love's passed me by
But now you've turned the tables
See you make me feel as though
It's my turn to die
There's a little girl inside
Who's lost
Sunday morning sun is shining calling out to me
Not just in a building where faces I barely see
It's not about the tithing or the plans we don't
Bring you back to me, lick, and roll, and raise your inner sun
Live and die for it
Swearing by black maths
In bed, we're fed, we're wed
And unembarrassed
I'm hittin' fences
Cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
Oak Street beach, no photos
Young kids ain't never gon' grow up
'Fore I had me a self or a logo
And I ain't even know me, you a showboat
I'ma go buy
me in a coma
I nut on that fish on my sofa
458 California 'Rari
I got that old money, call it Atari
Let's go off the dome, I chop by the dome
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
Everywhere I look
Everywhere I look I see shadows
Haunting over me
And I wonder when they'll let me be
Lost in my mind late at night
let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
die
My anger is my friend
Relationships
With holy tides and waves
A fingertip
Of unholy mistakes
Let the night be our parachute
You make me travel in
morning morning morning)
Now tell me what's wrong (tell me what's wrong)
Baby don't lie to me
Confide in me
Share with me all your wildest dreams
Let me
Let me apologize in advance
For the way my friend behaves
He'll pick a fight and take a holy stance
He's so proud that he's so saved
I hope you
let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
As I went upwards Holy Hill on a Monday morning fair
The Archbishop came and said to me, "May I join you going there?"
Do you know the history
my mind again and again
It leaves me in turmoil
Save me my father from this mortal coil
Must I rot by decree?
Destined to suffer for eternity
Drifting
on some lame shit
You a pussy, see it in your face
'Member days, I had to fade away
Lord please, let me be okay
I was gettin' high, like all the time
leaving folks
After I get them singing
I'd like to leave ya'll singing
How'bout the folks in the row
Here by the wall
Ya'll got the "red light" with me
Rest
She cried mercy, Sickness came and father feared.
Cold sleep, Ive come to wash in hindsight here.
Let me be, My fate drawn from your tea leaves.
Show
Watch me juggle, watch me dance
In 3-D watch me enhance
Watch me crawl out from the screen
And squeeze your neck until you're green
Die!
You're
and out
Sleep when the sun goes down
When I wake up early in the morning I don't watch the news
I just wake up with a smile by you
And I don't want
Put your feet up maybe let the world pass by
Keep off the street, go away and wait to die
What you don't see is what life means to me
My woman says
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