Lyrics:
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, 'round the corner, and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes,
of comfort and joy.
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide
a misfit trying fit in
This ends when I stand up
And see the hands that are standard
Holy is the lamb (Holy is the Lamb)
Now we holding you to man up 'cause
get us pissed
(To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (Let my angel sing)
You've got to be there to know it
What
needed you so bad (his light is shining on us)
Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord)
With the child's adoration
Oh my lord (he is a personation)
There came
To quite a few of us
And this song is dedicated
To those who cherish that memory
Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
There was no time
(true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Uh, yeah, hoe, this the finale
My pep talk
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
reaction
To the changes that has taken place here at home
And father, smile upon us, with your grace, for we will need you more than ever
Help him
And give no mercy to your fear"
Adam and eve live down the street from
Me
Babylon is every town
It's as crazy as it's ever been
Love's a stranger all
number 4
Is this number 5
How many husbands has she buried alive
She uses the favors that the good Lord gave her
With the devil's desire
Well I bet
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
(true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Uh, yeah, hoe, this the finale
My pep talk
out the party (Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like
The greatest single cause of atheism in the world today
Is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips
Then walk out the door and deny him by
spoke were meant for 1923
I fall asleep off in her arms, a Psalm was spoken
The Lord is surely my shepherd, he lead me to the water
Thought that often
In the name of Jesus
Let us pray
Father, please walk with us through the bad times as well as the good
May we be heard and understood from
through the years
And shed so many tears lord
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business
By any means label me greedy gettin' green
But seldom seen
And fuck
their knee
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
Maybe now they feel us in this act of war
More casualties, no survivors
Any man that defy us, quickly dies, 'cause we riders
In my quest for chips
We
I'm discontented with homes that I've rented
So I have invented my own
Darling, this place is a lovely oasis
Where life's weary taste is unknown
journey have proved my Lord true
And He is so precious to me
The road I have traveled has sometimes been steep
Through wild jagged places of life
Sometimes
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
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