Lyrics:
(Music & Lyrics by Andrew Lippa)
Lock the door and stop complaining
Gather 'round and listen well
From now on we're entertaining
How to hotten up
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
through the ghetto
Windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9
Blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we
material wealth don't equal happiness
I strive to be a God, never blasphemous
I woke up out my dream, now I am aware
It's appealing to the eye but now our
Microhard
(repeat)
Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know
He is
the words that I bring
The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey
And music is made by Mark the 45 King
You tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bass
rejoice
The humble poor believe
Jesus the Name that charms our fears
That bids our sorrows cease
Tis music in the sinner's ears
Tis life, and health,
If there's nothing to it
You can do it oh alright
Leave no room for drama we got God on our side
Live a little longer just by treatin mama right
If
given by God
Kei te ora tatou atua
Our gods are alive
Kei te ora tatou atua
Our gods are alive
Kei te ora tatou
We are alive
Kei te ora tatou
We are alive
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
word lead your path day by day
In Christ Jesus there’s a way
To cast all your fear away
Give your life to Christ our king our God and maker
Give your
God is fighting for us
God is on our side
He has overcome
Yes, He has overcome
We will not be shaken
We will not be moved
Jesus, You are here
of your amber hair
You laughed and surrendered your gifts by degrees
But I was convinced that you spoke only to me
And my life turned on its hinge in
Starring: A confusion
Music by: The lame
Produced by: We control you
Edits by: Our rule
Distribution through: Corruption
Profits gained: Our souls
It just
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all,
Lost without God, salty 'bout that
But I was captivated by the bosses outside
I plotted every way to getting draws by my squad
Ask round why every man
bullets in our back
Do you love black or just listen to it?
Are you for the movement or only music?
Could an OnlyFan make a bad cop, strip his badge off
They hung a sign up in our town
"If you live it up, you won't live it down"
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With her
can while I'm able
Headliner expresses his feeling on those turntables
When we get our chance
To make a good living of the music we program
We don't
Bemlandela
Eeeh my glory
No one can destroy my glory
Eeeh our glory
No one can destroy our glory
Match it up match it up
When it comes to music we match it
came to kick it but really
I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don't even care about my well-being
I don't dance,
in the same token, I can understand the frustration being that
You know, damn near every form of music, period
Was created by black people
So, you
can while I'm able
Headliner expresses his feeling on those turntables
When we get our chance
To make a good living of the music we program
We don't
By: jimmy buffett
Spoken intro with music playing:
This is a song that started a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there
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