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of blood on the altar of death
Nothing less will suffice
We worship every day and continually pray that we
Stay in his good grace

If you have been chosen

breath
Schools
And places of worship
Are no longer gun free zones
Teachers
Expected to hit the mark in more than one way
The future looking like
Gun shop

Pictures of staving children say it's never gonna change
Bomb the school busses we gave the fuel for the planes
Say it's strange and deranged like

I can't wait to see you lace your shoes
Things were hazy, but that all stopped with you
We passed by headstones on a walk
I overthink something,

to church
Teach you how the lord is king
To go to school and worship him
To kill the indian save the man
Was the canadian government plan
And if those indians

the whole universe
Wants us dead

Man of nothing never forget
That even if we are just
A simple drop of water
In a never-ending ocean
We stand unique but

Old school fella
Been captive like Mandela
Never a good weather
Harsh storms till December
Old school fella
The sound I still remember
Old school

no anything
We are nothing without Your hand and Your grace (yes)
For it's not by might or by power
But by Your spirit (yes)
Put Your spirit

on our heads

And by ordering and using the name of religion and God, they separate the head from the body

They slice like a cucumber

It's a business but

Long ago, I seen this honey walk by
I was looking at her but not in the eyes
She’s was looking at me and then by surprise
She took my hand and said

sin
And rescued me, and rescued me

What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood

at memorizing never forgetting like elephants
Nothing like these new school rappers, cut the comparisons
Showing off their narcissistic egotistic arrogance
All

nigga my mind confused
Abused by the truth sold him a fucked up sack
Got him naked on the roof
Lord knows I wanna let loose
Real bad blood pressure

up!

(Live Hip Hop
Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School
(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South
(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East

on the Path you the one seekin' it
Nah you can't resist (It)
When entry to you be giveth
I was told: blood flowed, an oath by the Sworn
So: every rose it has

Higher [From Higher Learning]

Ice Cube

In the Movies

2007

faces but none of 'em mirror me
show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
walked by a bitch who think she's God

Higher

Ice Cube

Higher Learning

1995

many faces but none of 'em mirror me 

Show my ID to the punk ass security 
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad 
Walked by a bitch who think

How many of ya'll know that God is real
So because we know that He is real
We ain't caring about nothing that the devil talking about
Because we know

What can wash away my sin
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood Oh, hallelujah
What can heal me from my past
What

the tool as you question your friendship
How's man like you gonna make me a convict?
Level of a felon when I've done nothing wrong
Blood on my hands, but

skinned leaving nothing but the lips
My penis throbbing whip it out stiff
Rip ya fuckin head off as ya suck my dick
Hypnotised by manuscripts that's why ya

stamped with Blood Immigration cancel what
Escalator style Elevated by His love
Listen Truth gon' set you free y'all turn the volume up
Was just a stallion

That's Still Mama

Cody ChesnuTT

Landing on a Hundred

2012

And now you feel your blood’s on the ceil
You can’t just jitter it away
Nothing’s as the pill
And that’s still your mama
That’s still mama
And let your

In my closet 
Blood runnin 
Out my faucet
Sometimes 
I lossed it
Wack ass 
Bitches on it
Clothes stained 
By vomit
Back summertime chi 
Was prayin for