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And offered there in His presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Then let us all with one
innocent people. I ain't never ran in no school killing no kids
Man this is the result of you refusing to deal with the issues at hand
We are a product
Let me take you by the hand
Come let us visit out there
In that new promised land
Maybe there we can find
A good place to use a loving state of mind
stay in place
As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray
I'll be done, when I reach my own
Stay free; let the time go pass me by
Stay
and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
Then entered in those wise men three,
Fell
talking and laughing and songs in the air,
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
Before you know it you're friends with us all,
And you're
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
Ok, thank you father for the graces you've given me
With that said, let us pray
Lord jesus you've brought me from a place so dark
To the point where
amazin'! (amazin')
I'm alive, I got by with my life!
Every time I look around it seem
Like I'm in trouble, pressured by the devil.
Lord I love You
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony,
Watch me rob Adam and watch me rape Eve
In this eve of destruction, most will probably wonder
With DJ Paul, the Triple Six clique
And Hell take 'em
knows that I
Don't have any money)
Well, tell him this is his last chance to
Get his daughter in a fine romance
Because the record company, Rosie
Just
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
this shit, it ain't no stoppin us now 'cause we can prove this shit
Nigga me, Stew D, PD, Freaky G, the whole world wanna be riding with me
I'm in
the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!)
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
And all of us fit in our places
With the guards of Magog,
He: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own,
She: Darling this place is a lover's oasis where lights where we chase is
And offered there in His presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Then let us all with one
all about
Some of us choose to live gracefully
Some can get caught in the maze
And lose their way home
This is the life we belong to
Our gift
lives
The sacred halo dies
You defied and turned your back
Upon our lord of wrath
All faith you lack
You walk (upon) this beaten path"
All man
And yet the answer is staring us in the face
This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend
We're listening, go on
We shall play his game
said the Angel,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's power
Kill'em with flows
One by one or I kill'em in bulk
Simz is the only one on her job
It's bait everyone I London knows (um)
But still they don't wanna
The perfecter of our faith
He has walked the path before us
When He suffered in our place
Help us run with perseverance
By the strength You will provide
Lord fix
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