Lyrics:
a catalyst
I'll take one stab at this
Better to be a kid in the hall
Never to be a brick in the wall
You should get behind the mask
What has all this nonsense
That´s how a slave feels
Six seven go to hell go to heaven
R
Hanging to life by a thread
The last bitter cup
The same tasteless joy
Of an empty life
I'm riding in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.
[Chorus]
[Nas]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
[A place that even the wickedest souls that burned have never been]
{There was a soul named Damien, he was nothing heaven could save}
[Instead he was
you by your neck
And give your neck a tongue lash
I need a woman that's compatible with this man
I want a woman who can wear lingerie and keep
verses
You say your the man of your turf
But you ain't putting in the work
Work
I put the work and 'em niggas you rappin'
By four by ceilin', got really,
at a place called Hamburger Heaven to grab a bite to eat
But Helen had no appetite, she just drank a 7 Up
while the sheriff tapped his coffee cup
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
one eight seven
Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven
Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend
I watched your last breath
and seven years ago prepared to flow prepare for war
I shall fear no man you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go in one ear out
and seven years ago prepared to flow prepare for war
I shall fear no man you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go in one ear out
hail th’incarnate Deity,
pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!Hail the Sun of Righteousness!Light
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
better phone a home
Their home is to heaven, dear god please let them
Because they would learn a lesson, suffer 24/7
And I hope that never happen because I
'Cause her pussy gettin' wetter when the weather dry
Clementine, peelin' off, and everyone get left behind
I'm only 5'7", 'cept I'm feelin' like I'm 7
we feed our kids what we leave behind
In this world we have to shake and
Man the hand that button breaks
If we hesitate we not forget
About
comes from within lost within religions
Causing division from our spiritual visions
We must learn to revise these masks worn for disguise
Hidden behind
behind you pantomime in a stark climate
They got some names now
Shredding some papers abandoning embassies
Expendable flesh political fodder
Last supper
words will hit ya
I'm a strong black man, standing behind his strong black sister
The coming of Jesus, so bear witness
The best kept secret, I reveal it
been a modern day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active member
Pull out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
Fascinated by
and the niacin, iron Quiet Riot mask
Unabashed privacy expanding into simulcast
40 winks, never the same adventure
Refreshing, or the single longest exorcism
God
Yeah
Thought you could put God in a box but He won't fit
Behind that mask there's a bunch of heroics
Yeah that's why they try to clone Him
And they
As by the door to get to Heaven
Seven trumpets big and bright
You hear it coming in the middle of the night
A caution to the children
Time
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